After Aunt Greta's departure, I turned around to find my mother and Reena standing in front of me, accompanied by Grandma Celia, Fiona, and Ayla. Bringing up the rear was Grandma Ingrid, who appeared visibly uneasy. Refocusing my attention on my mother, I noticed her fierce gaze fixed upon me as she spoke up, "Before we go, aren't you going to address this and tell us who among us got pregnant first?" Her arms were crossed, and she impatiently tapped her finger on her elbow, awaiting my response.
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