My 3rd birthday, was the best and worst birthday a girl could have. I had a huge cake, and pinata. The music was blasting, and all of my friends from my day-care were there. My whole family was there. Except, for my mom.Little did I know that this would be my last hour as the youngest child.
On August 31, 1999 my mom gave birth to the (in my opinion) worst thing that could have happened to my family, and especially to me. I remember not caring that my mom wasnt there, and not paying any attention to any of my family remembers. And now that i think about it, they weren't really paying attention to me. The music, the balloons, and all of the presents, seemed to blind me from what was really happening.
When my party ended at 5:00 pm, i was immediately rushed to the hospital. From then on, everything was a blur. The screaming baby, the pictures, the ballons. I thought they were all for me, guess i was wrong.
My aunt gave me the baby to me, to hold. I had no clue that this baby was a thief. This baby, named solace. just stole my birthday.
Solace, means comfort in sorrow. But this new child, was no comfort, if anything she was a pain. She would cry non-stop, all day and all night. The same high-pitched loud wailing, that would drive everyone in the house insane. They should have named her discord. but, i do feel bad for her. Nowadays, my older sisters and i would make fun of her, and call her names. Do things that older sisters have to do.
Now that i look back on it, i am thankful that i have a younger sister. Shes really me only entertainment in the house, because without her, it would only be my parents and i, since my older sisters are in college. Even though were close now, Even though we dont fight anymore. And even though were like two peas in a pod. She will always be (to me) the girl who stole my birthday.
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