There I was, six years old. We had been staying with our aunt and uncle for the past week, in case mom went to the hospital to have her new baby.
Christmas morning came early, I couldn't wait to open my presents, they had been teasing my young mind for a week and I was hoping for something special from my mom and dad.
My younger brother, Perry and I ran out to the hide a bed in the livingroom to wake our parents, they were missing... We ran to our uncle's room and jumped on his bed,
" Where's mom and dad?" I asked
" They are at the hospital having a baby sister or brother."
" Oh, well can we open presents now?"
Our faces fell when we were denied, until our father got home. We sat and pouted until, our uncle finally relented and let us open one present each. We played with our one new toy impatiently until the phone rang.
I was so excited when my aunt told me i was the proud owner of a baby sister. Perry wasn't so happy. He had wanted a baby brother and locked himself in the bedroom. When dad got home, Perry refused to even talk to him. He was mad at dad.
A few days later, mom and my new baby sister came home. I held her right away, but it took Perry a few minutes to warm up to her. They still fight to this very day.
Even thou, I had to wait for my presents, I guess I got something much better.... My little sister, Laura, but don't tell her I said so!!!

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