Personal Narrative: Miramar Hospital

August 20, 2008. Miramar Hospital. My little brother, Andres, came into the world. I was only about 7 years old when he was born, so little did I know what I was getting myself into. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a big sister - especially to a little brother. My dream was to help him out with homework, play with him outside, and watch cartoons together while drawing. Everything went as planned as I watched cartoons with my new brother in the hospital. I wanted to play games with him, but my mother said, “Dani, he’s too young. He’s too tired from his long nap. Give him a year and he’ll be ready to play.” With that, I waited until I was older to play soccer.

Everything went smooth as a cat’s fur until reality hit
My mom never screamed at me before and when she screamed he blamed me for letting him go outside without his permission. One sunny day, we were remodeling the living room so it can be more babyproof now that my brother was taller and could walk and run perfectly. We left the door open because it was too cold in the living room. We were moving the couch as we told Andres to move over so we don’t locate the couch on his feet. We were so busy moving the furniture that we totally forgot the baby of the family was walking towards the door. When we put the couch in our desired spot, we noticed Andres walking toward the street. We ran after him as quickly as we could as we saw a car moving in Andres’s direction. My dad sprinted like a track and field athlete towards his baby and caught him right in time. All of a sudden, my mom turned to me and blamed me for this incident. I felt like my side of the story wasn’t considered when I explained she told me to help her with the couch and it was really Andres’s fault. She couldn’t believe I was blaming a baby so she sent me to my room. I ran to my room crying, feeling as if Andres was the favorite child and I wished that I never had a
When I was doing homework one Saturday night, my mom gave me the news that my friends have invited me to watch a movie. I said yes, since I was doing homework for a couple of hours. The movie that we saw was about a car crash and how it changed one girl’s life. That girl lost her little brother in the accident. She was fighting with her brother, as I was, and when he passed away, she realized he was a big part of her life. I started crying. I said before that when my brother first woke me up in the middle of the night, reality hit me. After the movie was when reality actually hit me. Even though me and my brother fight, he’s still my baby brother. My mother was always on his side because he was learning and discovering new things. When I went home after that night, I apologized to my family about my past actions and I gave my brother a big hug.

Ever since that night, my brother has started to help me with my projects, not break them. He started to give me back my toys, not steal them. He also helped me pick out my clothes for school and parties. He would back me up if I ever got into a fight with my parents. Ever since that night, we have been closer than ever. He showed me how amazing being a big sister is. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost my best friend,