A Gift From Above
...wasn’t the perfect child; I made bad decisions and took life for granted. My parents would constantly remind me that I must set a good example for my younger sibling and start acting more like an adult. It was really hard for me to accept the fact that all this responsibility and pressure was put on me in such a short amount of time. I became depressed and angry at the world, at my parents, even at God for letting this happen to me, but I never showed it. Trying to get more enthusiastic about the pregnancy I went with my mother to buy new baby toys, pick out a name for the baby and even to the sonogram. My parents and I sat at the doctor’s office, staring at the tiny fetus on the screen. The doctor then told us that my parents would be having a boy. My heart began to grow softer as I thought of all the cool things that I would be able to teach my brother: how to play sports, how to tie his shoes, and maybe even help him on his homework. Finally, I began to come to the realization that maybe this tiny baby would change my life in a good way. Late into my mothers fourth month of pregnancy, I got called into the principal’s office at school. They told me that my mom had gone into labor and that I needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I was quiet the whole way to the hospital and I didn’t know what to say when I saw my mom laying there with all these tubes and wires connected to her. I stayed with my mom all night, rubbing her tummy, talking to my little brother, and praying that everything would be okay. Thankfully, we were able to save my mom and my brother’s life. But I felt so guilty about the way I had lived my life before. I was taking everyday for granted, and living as if I was invincible. I never realized how quickly our lives could be forever changed. The next five months went by extremely fast, and soon it would be March 28tht, the day of his birth. My family and I went...