Personal+Narrative1Family

From the day I was old enough to under stand I know I was one of the youngest kids in my family and it was pretty cool but there were four ahead of me. Until my little brother was born I thought it would be horrible he would eat all my stuff and steel my toys. And poop in my room just the thought of having another brother especially a little one made my sick. Then the day happened my grandma picked up my older family and me I asked her what was going on she said you get a brother at that moment I said I am moving out. I will go pack my cloths and I am moving out.

My brother said I was overreacting and being a girl. Then said I don't want another one of you either.

Then I saw that all of my sisters wanted a new little brother but my older brother and I did not. They said he would be cute and love us but we said he would poop on them and puke there stuff. Right after the argument my dad called and said in the morning you come see your new baby brother. That morning I woke up and after having time to sleep on the thought of having a new baby brother and then I got worried about the thought that he wont like me another thing was wondering if my mom o.k.. Once we arrived at the hospital I ran right up to the room that my mom was in she was so happy with the new baby on her lap and that made me very happy. Right after that I met my new brother and it wasn't all just poop and puke even know theres a lot of it. But to this day I love my little brother and always will even know he steels and breaks my stuff and punches me and attempts to hurt me.