When I was six I desperately wanted a sister. Well let me rewind, when I was four I desperately wanted a younger sister. I remember going to the ultra sound with my brother and my parents and finding out that instead of a sister I was getting another brother (don’t get me wrong he is great but I had a hard time with that when I was 4). I was so disappointed I remember my dad taking me out of the room and letting me know that I was behaving “inappropriately”. When I was six I got my wish, I finally got that little sister I had been dreaming about. I remember sitting on the floor in my room the day she was born thinking about how icky brothers are. I remember thinking I would wear a fancy dress to the hospital so that I would look good in the pictures we took (maybe I was a little bit of a vain 6 year old). I remember thinking she looked like an alien when she came home from the hospital, and telling my friends at school that real babies were nothing like our dolls. I remember that at some point my parents had her wear this stupid white hat, and that she had a little sailor dress with red tights that I thought made her look like a toy.
After all this time I have to say we have come a long way. I no longer think she looks like a raisin, and her crying no longer irritates me (it might be because we live in separate states, and oh yeah she can use words to communicate). Now she is embarrassed to be with me, and at times she probably wishes that she had 3 older brothers instead of a sister, but life is good and I wouldnt trade her. Happy Birthday Baby Sister, you were worth the two brothers I had to live through to get you!
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