It was just another school weekend, with my hopes
high for Monday. I was sitting on the creaky patio, drawing a picture of
the deer grazing across the street. It felt like a perfect Saturday,
until- "Honey, time for lunch!" my mother called.
"Coming!" I answered back, setting down my sketch pad as I dashed into
I sat down at the table in front of my mom, staring with hungry eyes at
my plate. As I ate, I noticed my mom barely lifting her fork. I glanced
at her curiously, but continued to eat. After I was done, my dad walked
into the kitchen, and kissed my forehead. I love my dad. He always
cheers me up when Iím in a bad mood. I turned back to my mom. All of a
sudden, she said, ďCan we go into the living room? I need to tell you
something.Ē I nodded, and followed her into the family room. I sat down
on the leather couch.
"Whatís wrong? Did I do something bad?" I asked nervously.
She laughed. "No, of course not!" I stared at her intently. Then,
finally she said, "Youíre getting a brother in a couple of days!"
"WHAT!" I shrieked, not being able to tell if I was excited or scared.
A few months passed, and my baby brother, Daniel, would never stop
crying. I was finishing my homework, and I heard him wail. I was
cleaning the dishes, and he whimpered in his baby chair, hungry and
parched. If that wasnít enough, I had to look after him as well, and let
me tell you, feeding him wasnít exactly a dream come true, and
diaper-changing wasnít something that I would look forward to.
One Tuesday, I was walking home from school with my friend, Isabelle,
telling her everything about my baby brother. "He canít stop whining!" I
told her. "I have to take care of him every day, against my own will!" I
continued to complain, while Isabelle was busy looking at the clouds.
Her wispy, blonde hair brushed against my face.
"Are you listening?" I asked, a small grin spreading across my face.
She snapped back into focus. "Huh?" she asked dreamily. I laughed.
Then, it came to me. "Wait!" I cried, stopping in my tracks, frightened.
"I forgot to put Daniel in his crib this morning!" I ran away, praying
that he would be asleep on the floor, somewhere.
I burst into the house, tossing my book bag aside, screaming, "Daniel!"
I ran to the kitchen. He wasnít there. I went upstairs, but he was gone.
I searched everywhere, even the cupboards. Finally, giving up, I sat
down on the floor, unsure what to do. I sobbed quietly, trying to figure
out what to say to my mom when she got home. I felt guilt drop down on
my shoulders, slowly eating away at all my courage. If only I had been
more responsible! I went outside to wait for my mom. Unexpectedly, I
heard a familiar bawling, coming from the trash can. My hopes suddenly
lifted, and I anxiously looked around. I ran over to the trash can, and
as I lifted the lid, I found Daniel looking up at me, his eyes bigger
than the moon. I cried out happily, "Youíre here!" I picked him up and
brought him inside to give him a bath.
A couple of hours later, my mother came back from work. "Iím home!" As
soon as I heard her voice, I ran downstairs.
"Oh, you arenít doing homework?" She asked, fumbling with her bag and
setting it down on the coffee table.
"No, Iím not." I answered. ďI found that siblings are more special than
you think.Ē She looked at me curiously, and I went upstairs, away from
her confused face.