How the first had happened,well,I wasn't even born. But my older
brother had told me about this. Before my mom had him,she was
gonna have another baby. It was a boy. My mom was so happy and
excited. But then one day, something bad happened. I don't remember
what my brother had told me but I remember good enough. The baby
wasn't gonna make it. My mom was sad for months and cried almost
every night. My dad helped seize her pain and soon she got over it.
And then she had my brother,Nico. And then she had me,and my
brother Kadar. But that wasn't the last of her sorrows,sadly.
Before she had my brother,Junior,she was gonna have another baby.
And again it was a boy. She prayed and hoped that this time the
baby will survive and make it. I was about six or seven at the
time. But... I guess having to take care of me and my brother Nico
was putting her under pressure and my dad working and sometimes
them arguing obviously didn't help. All I remember was my mom
crying in her room and me standing in the hallway,too young for
understanding what was going on. But I ran into her room and hugged
her and hugged her and hugged her as many times as she needed. "I
love you,mommy." I whispered. "I love you too,Amani." Her voice
sounded shaky and hurt that it started to make me cry also. Nico
came into the room and hugged her,too. And then when my dad came
home he hugged her also. Then a few years later my mom had my
brother Junior and she was happy for once. Real happy. And then
after deciding to have ANOTHER baby... This is the third. I was
nine when it happened. My mom,Kadar,Junior,Nico,me and my dad were
waiting in the waiting room in the hospital when the doctor called
my mom and dad in. My dad ordered my brother to watch the younger
ones. My mom allowed me to go inside with them. The doctor checked
my mom's tummy and I could see on the screen that it showed the
baby in black and white. It looked really weird. I sat next to my
dad the whole time. I was sleepy and had fallen asleep. When I
woken up I could hear the words slip out of the doctor's mouth
clearer than the sharpest pair of ears. This baby wasn't gonna make
it either. And then we exited out of the room and gathered up my
brothers. Me and Nico were walking side by side when I told him.
His face was indescribable. When we were driving home I was
silent. When we arrived back home I went to my room and sat on my
bed. And then finally realizing what had happened,I started crying.
I cried and cried as if my baby brother had been my own. And then
my mom had my brother Nasir. And then my baby brother Naji. He's a
premie. And to be honest,he struggled a lot. One time my mom was
crying because had lost all of his color. Luckily it had returned.
His life in the hospital was really rough,but he made it. And then
that day when he came home,I knew that he was truly blessed. I was
overjoyed to know he was alive...and well. And that is the true
story of my three dead baby brothers. R.I.P brothers. I love you.
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