The moment had finally come. The moment I was
waiting my entire life for had come.
There was no more waiting. My painful patience was going to pay off with
the best reward. I didn’t have to wait any longer. The time had come and
it was going to be remarkable.
“Where’s Mommy and Daddy?” my sleepy eyed mind asked.
“At the hospital, your little brother was born last night,” my grandma
answered with delight.
A tsunami of happiness flowed through me. This moment is real. I can’t
believe it, but it's really happening, I thought to myself. Baby powdery
smell stormed through the house and into my blood. This was it, the
moment I was waiting all my life for was actually happening. I sprinted
as fast as a cheetah catching its prey, upstairs into my room. An outfit
was placed before me on the dresser. It was a beautiful outfit, blue
flowers scattered all over.
In the car a cloud of dark thoughts floated into my head. The little
dark cloud turned into a tornado with scary, unimaginable, impossible
thoughts swirling and swirling around. What if he doesn’t like me? What
if Mommy and Daddy like the baby more than me and decide to get rid of
me? What if I turn out to be a disappointment? What if I don’t like the
baby? I cleared the storm and made a final conclusion: I have wanted
this baby for as long as I can remember. Everything is going to be fine
and whatever happens, happens for a reason. Just calm down. My
grandparents must have been reading my mind because they glanced at each
other. After that glance, my grandma spoke aloud what we all needed to
hear: “It’s all going to be alright, just remember to smile.”
Her hand, warm, cuddly, and firm, pressed my hand, cold, shaky, and
I marched into the hospital, full of germs, and followed my
grandparents’ lead to my mom’s room. I looked around the room and saw
all my family, but no baby brother. Puzzled, I said, “Where… where’s my
Tears of fear filled my eyes. A familiar hug came from behind—Dad.
“Harry’s coming, don’t worry. He is just getting ready for you like you
did for him.”
I peered around and noticed a plethora of gifts. I smiled a smile as
wide as the United States of America at my mommy and daddy, who returned
“Go ahead, open them up while you wait sweetheart,” my mommy replied in
her kindhearted voice.
I was an Olympic runner: her last word was the start and the gifts were
the finish line. After I opened up my gifts, a cacophonous, yet
mellifluous cry carried into the room. I hopped like a bunny onto the
bed and held my arms out as wide as the sky. His little eyes, soft ocean
blue, sparkled into mine. I dove into the soft ocean blue eyes. We had
some kind of connection, it was like I knew what he was thinking and he
knew what I was.
“Harry likes you. Do you like him?” my dad asked with his nerves
pouncing out of his skin.
“Like him? I love him! I want him to come home with us right now! He is
better than anything I ever could have wanted. Harry’s perfect, to me!”
I replied without a doubt in my mind.
The moment had come. The moment I had patiently waited my entire life
for. The anxiety, nerves, waiting, all paid off with the best reward. A
mountain of responsibility came with loving, protecting, praising, and
teaching. Not everyone gets this opportunity, but I do. I have to do my
job to the best of my ability because not only will I affect myself but
the others around me.