Life works in curious ways. For 18 years of my life I have always only had one beautiful sister. We have only known each other for her whole life and can easily say we are not only siblings but best of friends. We get along for the majority of the time, but like all siblings we have our moments. I have always tried to do better in life, not only for myself but to be a great role model for my sister. I have always tried to instill independence and self-worth into her. I have always cheered her on and have, and WILL be there for her no matter what. She is my confidant and pillar. At her young age, she has been there for me far more than what she knows. Honestly, if she would have never been in my life, I know my life today would be drastically different. Through the years growing up, we, more her than I, have wanted more siblings. I always wanted an older sibling to guide me and teach me, we all know that's not possible though. This past Christmas of 2013, we were all positively surprised. It was Christmas eve morning and all seemed normal. The usual traditions of Christmas eve for our family is to sleep in, have brunch and then later go to my maternal grandmothers house for dinner and family gift exchange. Everything was going as normal. Everyone waking up around 11 in the morning. Brunch was ready and we were all eating. My mother had been feeling different for a few days. To take herself out suspicions, she decided to take a pregnancy test. She wasn't very optimistic, as my parents had been trying to have more kids for a very long time. Probably since the time my sister was about 5 years old and crying because all the other kids were getting little siblings but her. My mom hadn't told any of us of her suspicions as she didn't want to get us excited only to let us down. All of a sudden while eating some tasty chorizo and eggs, my sister and I heard our mom scream. We quickly run to the bathroom to check on her. She instantly shuts us out and tells us that it was nothing. She then sends me on some errands for the Christmas dinner later in the evening. During my absence my mother calls for my sister and excitedly shows her the positive pregnancy test. To make sure of it's accuracy my mom sent my sister for a "better" test on one of Walmart's busiest mornings. My sister told me she was so embarrassed as she felt everyone's eyes follow her in judgement. She felt as if everyone all of a sudden saw her as a disappointment for being in suspicion of being pregnant at such a young age. If they only knew that the tests were actually for our 40 year old mother. When I had returned from my errands my sister pulls aside and states, "Hey! Can you keep a HUGE secret?"
I instantly got mixed emotions, "My mom told me not to tell you anything BUT we may have a new sibling!!!"
Instantly the worries turned to joy, excitement and concern. I was joyous and excited for we would finally have a baby in the house! My concerns came due to my mothers age and how pregnancy is a lot more risky in more mature years. I was also concerned about being a great role model. I was concerned about it being a boy. After all I only had experience being a sibling to a girl. I was concerned about being enough of a man to be a representation of what he needed to be when he grew up.
After my sister had finally spilled the beans, behind my mothers back, my mom called me dad over to let him know of the news. They were very bad about not making it obvious. My mom, thinking I had no idea, kept getting onto my dad for letting out too much information. I kept quiet as a form of respect to my mothers wishes. The next morning I couldn't hold it in and I let my mom know that I knew it all.
Through the pregnancy each one of us were very hands on. We did our best to comfort mom and baby. We even got sent to a high risk doctor but all came well. 9 months later Sarai, pronounced almost like sun ray, arrived.
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