From Only Child to Old Sister

When I was six years old I was still an only child. My parents weren't thinking of having another baby or anything but I was desperate! I wanted a little brother or sister, I didn't care. I just wanted somebody to be with. My parents told me that if I prayed for a little baby brother every night it might happen. I prayed every night when my mom went to my bed and said,

"Good night sweet heart. Sleep well"

I felt very lonely. I mean it's cool that your parents give you everything you want and all, but what's the point if you don't have someone to play with. My parents sometimes played with me, specially my mom, but I wanted something else.

Finally one day my mom couldn't take me to school because she was going to the doctor. I didn't pay much attention to it. My day went normally until I got home and my mom had great news. I had no inkling what she was going to say.

"Hi honey. How was school today?" she said happily.
"Fine. Today one girl told me jerk just because I had a better grade," I said quite lackadaisical.
"Oh honey. Don't pay attention to her," she said trying to cheer me up a little.
"Okay. But what happened? Why are you so happy?" I said trying to change the converstation.
"Oh well honey. I have great news for you. I'm having a baby!" she finally said.

I was totally shocked. Finally I would have a new baby brother or sister!

"Ahhhhhhh!" I shouted.

I was so excited!

"Is it a boy or a girl?" I said with a profuse joy.
"I don't know yet honey. We have to wait a little," she replied.

I would finally have a brother or sister! After six years there will be a new little person in the family. The next day I told everyone that I was going to have a little brother or sister. I was so excited. I was going to embark a new level in my life. I was going to be an old sister! Five months passed quickly and we discovered that I was going to have a baby brother. We were all happy.

I remember that one day we were thinking about my brother's name.

"Sebastian?" my mom said.
"Ehh...maybe," my dad replied not too convinced.
"What about Nicolas? My dad said
"Nah," my mom and I said at the same time.
"What about Santiago?" my mom proposed.
"Yeah. It is nice. Do you like it dad?" I asked
"Yeah. It is nice," he said.
"So Santiago it is," my mom finally said.

Santiago Mesa Rodriguez, the name of my new baby brother.

When the time came my mom was in the hospital and my dad and I were waiting for Santiago. Santi has been an audacious boy since he was in my mom's womb. He pooped inside! He almost died in there. If he ate it he would die, but thank Goodness he didn't and now he's with us.

When he was born, the first time I saw him, I was so happy...He was perfect! He was kind of shubby, hairy, and the doctor said he was the biggest and heaviest baby born in that hospital! He was very big. I didn't care, he was my brother and I loved him. When I carried him in my arms for the first time I looked at him, at his little face and I just touched his delicate skin. I know I depict him a lot but I was so excited when I saw him...

When we took him home everyone was fascinated. He was so cute and so cheerful. He slept most of the day, but he slept with serenity. When I came from to school I always passed through my brother's bedroom and looked at him while he slept.

To be concise I loved him and cared about him a lot. I still do, but now he has his personality and he is not so inoscent...He still loves me and I know he also cares about me.