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My Sister’s Birth!
Whhhhaaaa!!!
written by
Alexander
It was a sunny, early August
morning. I woke up around 8:30 and went to get a drink to wash
away the bad taste in my mouth. As I, still sleepy, walked past
my parent’s bedroom, my dad whispered for me to come to him. As
I joined my dad, who was lying in bed with a very tired look on
in his eyes, he told me that he had brought my mom to the
hospital and got home very late. I asked him, as curiosity
prickled up my spine, if everything was o.k. He announced, with
happiness soaring in his voice, that I, Alexander was
not an only child anymore, for I was a big brother to a little
sister named Elaine!
After dad slept a bit, we ate, got ready, and finally we drove
to the hospital. As soon as we entered the lobby we were met by
the hospital smell; it smelled like sick people and medication.
We rode up in the elevator and then walked a long hallway. On
the right side was a staff’s kitchen. In the second or third
room from the kitchen, I can’t remember anymore, was my mom in a
large bed with a skinny, little girl.
As I walked into the room, my mom looked up and smiled. She told
me to come to her side. I neared her side and saw, at first, a
tiny nose poking out of a white cloth, wrapped around small,
skinny body. The little eyes were tightly shut. My mom beckoned
me over to sit on the bed beside her. When I had comfortly
settled down, she handed me the little bundle containing Elaine.
She was a little heavier than I had expected. As I studied her
face, I noticed her little ears, plump checks, and a miniature
mouth. I held her for about 20 minutes and then we put her in
her little bed—a rolling box with glass sides.
After about three hours of fun, talk and crying babies we said
good-bye and left my mom and Elaine to sleep for they were very
exhausted. As we rode the elevator down I started to cry saying
that I want mom to come home with us. So, dad and I went all the
way back and asked if mom could come home with us. The nurse was
very nice and said that mom could come home tomorrow.
Now I’m 12 and that cute, little baby is an evil 8 year old.
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