It is 5:42 a.m.. All I can I hear is my mother screaming. I know that she is in pain, but I cannot help my excitement. My sibling is coming. I see the faces of most of my family members and there is a range of emotions throughout the waiting room. All of sudden, the only thing I hear is silence. Then, I hear something coming from my mother’s hospital room, not the screams of newborn baby but something deeper, more intense, something that I had never heard before. My mother is crying, no, she is sobbing, and my six year old mind cannot understand why. I look around the waiting room once again, and now everybody has a look of sorrow and despair. I do not understand why mother is crying and why my family members look so despondent. The doctor comes into the waiting room and I jump for joy, still not understanding what is going on. I rush to the doctor so I could hold her first. My sibling. My little sister. The doctor hands her to me and my life changed forever. I am holding her and looking around, and I am slightly upset because the way my family members are looking at me, why are they not happy like I am? Why are they looking at me like that? I look down at the bundle in my arms, I see peach flesh with a pinkish glow and a small tuft of ebony hair. I am so excited until I realize. Her chest is not moving, she is not moving, her eyes are not opening, she is not making any noise and that is when everything starts to make
It is 5:42 a.m.. All I can I hear is my mother screaming. I know that she is in pain, but I cannot help my excitement. My sibling is coming. I see the faces of most of my family members and there is a range of emotions throughout the waiting room. All of sudden, the only thing I hear is silence. Then, I hear something coming from my mother’s hospital room, not the screams of newborn baby but something deeper, more intense, something that I had never heard before. My mother is crying, no, she is sobbing, and my six year old mind cannot understand why. I look around the waiting room once again, and now everybody has a look of sorrow and despair. I do not understand why mother is crying and why my family members look so despondent. The doctor comes into the waiting room and I jump for joy, still not understanding what is going on. I rush to the doctor so I could hold her first. My sibling. My little sister. The doctor hands her to me and my life changed forever. I am holding her and looking around, and I am slightly upset because the way my family members are looking at me, why are they not happy like I am? Why are they looking at me like that? I look down at the bundle in my arms, I see peach flesh with a pinkish glow and a small tuft of ebony hair. I am so excited until I realize. Her chest is not moving, she is not moving, her eyes are not opening, she is not making any noise and that is when everything starts to make