It was the night before my baby brother was supposed to be born and my grandpa had come down from up north. I was 6 years old, and really happy because I was going to have a have a little brother but my whole perspective changed when my grandpa told me
``your little brother was going to get all the attention,’’
my heart stopped and tears started flowing down my face. Now I thought it was going to be horrible having a little brother because he would get all the toys and I would get nothing. After that I just went to sleep thinking to myself will my parents love me anymore. Finally, it was the next morning and I walked up stair and asked my grandpa
``where did my parents go,’’
and he said
`` they left really early this morning to go to the hospital,’’
a thought crossed my mind like oh yeah, and started thinking about what happened last night. Then I remembered that I didn’t want a little brother, and he was going to make my life miserable. My grandpa told me

``to load it up,’’
which meant to get in the car. We were off, we started heading down Woodward, and for some reason I was happy which frankly scared me. My heart started pounding faster and faster, in my head I was thinking that a thousand years had passed by, and Beaumont is just down the street a mile. Finally, after what I thought to be long journey was finally over. I got out of the car and ran in Beaumont, it was huge I have never been there because I was born in Washington St. My grandpa told me that.
`` their just down the hallway,’’
my eyes lit up like a light bulb. I got in the room then turned the corner, and I saw my little brother sleeping in my mom’s arms. The first thing that came out of my mouth was ``what’s his name,’’
and she said
``Aiden,’’
I was so happy, and plus I got over the whole brother sucking thing. I finally held him, and my dad said ``that you need to watch and care for your brother,’’ which I still do today.