Lovable Sister

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is dedicated to my younger sister, Rusitha. On her first arrival to this universe.

Submitted: April 18, 2012

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Submitted: April 18, 2012

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 I took one spoon of Sundae, my favorite ice cream kind. My mother and my 2 uncles sat there, watching me eat. Still in my school uniform. I remember how my mom took the situation. Their eyes on my moves.

 “So, what happened?” I had asked. Everyone became still and they sat with expectations. The atmosphere seemed quiet all suddenly.

 “I’m pregnant.” My mom had said, breaking the silence. I pulled a confusing face. Since I was only 4 years old, I didn’t know these terms. “There’s a baby in my body.” My mom whispered to me.

 “What is it doing, mommy? Is it hurting you?” I pulled her closer and put my ear towards her stomach.

 “No, you’re soon going to get a friend.” One of my uncles explained. “You should be happy about it.” He had said with a huge grin.

 “Does daddy know?” I asked her. She nodded. My dad had worked in Syria for 2 years. And hadn’t much seen in those days. I was so excited about the baby, that I went over to my school the next day and spread all my friends.

 When excitement consumed me, fear too came with it. What if my mom shows the baby more favor than me? What if the baby takes my place? Would we have to share everything? There were so much of What-ifs but at the same time I had bought many toys to make baby play with it. After months, the doctors confirmed that it’s a baby girl. I got more excited that I painted the spare room with baby pink and made a tiny bracelet I could. I had many Barbie dolls which I never played with. So I saved it for my baby sister.

 We were ready to face it. I was sleeping in my room that night when my mom cried out in pain. My uncles came rushing in and lifted her off the bed and kept me away from my mom.  We rushed in the late night across the highway finding none except us traveling the road.

 As soon as we reached the hospital. I couldn’t see her. I met my grandmother too. She was the same as the last time I saw her. She was worried but at the same happy. It was written all over her face. She had the rosary in her hand and kept praying.

 Angels in white hospital gowns were everywhere. They went in and out of the room which my mom was sent to. Doctors were in a hurry and blur. My uncles immediately called up my dad informing him. I kept peeking at the room whenever I could. Until the painful sound died, the doctors came out and smiled enthusiastically.

 My grandmother opened the door for me. I stepped in finding my mom in her same old silky blue nightgown but there was red all over the place. I could even smell the strong blood in the air. She was exhausted, and weak. I bit my lips nervously as I saw the face of some strange lady in front of me.

 I looked up finding my grandmother having the baby. I jumped to take a look at my new little friend. She lowered the baby for me. And there.

 A pink little face looked at me gaping open her thin pink lips. Her little fingers touching my cheeks and my dark curls. In turn I touched her soft new warm cheeks, I smiled softly. Not a grin and scare the little thing. The baby gave a little chuckle looking up at everyone. How beautiful.

 After that week, my mom was sent back to our home. My baby sister really enjoyed playing with me. I would bring her into the air and bring her down playing jet-plane with her. She would bite my fingers when I snatched her chocolate out of her hands. She played with my hair every time, tangling them up that the curls were hard to comb. Rusitha, that cute little creature living in our house. Piss in my laps and giving me this evil laugh was her favorite game.

 When my father returned back, he was focused on Rusitha. He did bring me many remote-control toys but for her all pink and puffy princesses. Later a thought raised in my mind. Rusitha did not take my place. She took over my entire heart. I was still a part of my family. But, according to me and the family, she was the centre of attention. And she is still. 


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