I don't remember my sister being born. I was only a year and a half old, but it seems like such an important event to remember. She was my first sibling, my first family companion who would go through much of things I would go through. I don't remember her in the hospital for months. I don't remember her coming home and then rushed back to the hospital. I don't remember standing under her gurney and in full confidence believing she was going to live. I don't remember my parents crying or the doctors saying she only had a short amount of time to live. They said even on the remote chance she did live, she'd suffer from severe mental problems. I don't remember the surgery and I don't remember the time she died nor her second birth.
I do remember her smile. And I remember her today, all that she is, and all that she was predicted to be. She is a walking miracle and she will make her way.
2 comments:
you write beautifully ryan. and this story really pulls at the reader and it makes me feel the love that you have for your sister. it reminds me so much of my big brother and i. i think i can assume that you and your sister are pretty close. that bond is so unlike any other and i believe one of the most important in my life.
I agree with crazyg!rrl, ryan. This post shows the close bond you share with her. It definitely reminds me of how my sister and I are. Mind you, we do get into the occasional quarrel, but that doesn't affect the fact that we are very close.
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