The year was 1986 and I was 5 years old. It was November and my mother was pregnant, with what would be my youngest brother. I already had enough problems with my other brother Carl, he was a year younger than me and taking all the attention. I was hoping for another brother- we would be like the three musketeers.

    Then It turned into December and I was awaiting Christmas and was getting eager for Santa to bring presents. One day at school my dad picked me up at school, I was glad to see dad, then he told me what had happened and that I have another brother! yes, I said out loud with expression, so when will mom get home I said. She won't be home tonight dad said. when we got home I ran into the house and told my older sister it a boy it a boy my sister was very mad she wanted it to be a girl so she could have anther sister

    When my mom got home I was the first to see her I was running franticly can I see him can I see him yes just a minuet when we got in the house I asked if I could hold him she said I was to young to hold his god talk about making a kid fell bad

    I ask my mom if she could read me a book she said she was feeding the baby

    Then she called me to do her a fevers it was to take the diapers to the trash can man did that stink then the baby burped on me that was it I had had it I was running away I packed my bags and headed out when my mom said where do you think your going I am running away o why would you want to do that because of that and I pointed to the baby and my mom said when you were born your sister went through the same thing and I stopped and though about it for a second and decided to stay