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this one. My minds eye found me packing an overnight bag, grabbing my mother's cell phone and excitedly telling her to call me if she went into labor. I gave her a sideways hug, due to the excessive belly she was sporting, and kissed her engorged belly, cooing, "I hope to see you soon, sweetie!" Teachers had acknowledged me as different and they wanted me top skip a grade to two, to edge me towards the age group I worked best with. But to do that, I would have to leave my friends. In my hurry that night, I was glad I hadn't left those friends behind.
I climbed into our burgundy Honda Accord and soon arrived at my best friend's house. She rushed out, greeting me with a tight hug. We dashed upstairs and began to gossip, laying on her lavender day bed. Before I had a chance to remove my silky rain coat, the pocket began to ring.
"Oh, my gawd, your mother's gonna have a baby. She's in labor, they're going to the hospital. I'm coming to get you, get ready!" our family friend panicked in one long breath. I sat there for an infinite thirty seconds before her words registered in my brain.
The next hour was a blur as we arrived at the hospital and the labor commenced. Next thing I knew, I was watching my new sibling emerge from the birthing canal and "We have hair! We have eyes! We have a neck! It's a girl!" came blurting out of my mouth. I took my new sister from the doctor and laid her in the warmer. Knowing my parents were having trouble deciding on a girls name for the new arrival, I made the decision for them.
"Her name is Megan Taylor," I pronounced to my delirious mother. I sat there beside our new addition, rubbing her downy hair until she fell asleep.
I snapped out of my memories and found my sister sleeping in my lap, my hands meshed within her soft hair. How much trouble children can be sometimes, but times like these make me realize what a blessing they have been to me through my adolescence. Soon I will be an adult and one day I will have children of my own. Until then, I will have the opportunity to help shape the people that Blake and Megan become. Acknowledging that the "wee ones" are going through the time in their lives, as I was when I first met "Mister Dave" and began the life that we are sharing now, I smile. I look out the window to find that the rain had turned into soft snowflakes, falling thickly from the heavens.
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