“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” (Moore, 1). It was on the 24th of December my mom had been going into labor a little baby girl would be arriving: my sister. She had been due on the 25th the day after Christmas Eve: Christmas day. If she had came tomorrow, she would have been a Christmas miracle! Anyhow, we all got into the minivan with my grandpa driving us to the hospital while my dad held my mom’s hand persistently telling her to breathe and stay strong. As we got closer to the hospital, I started looking out the window wondering if this was the kind of pain my mom was going through when she had me. “You cannot imagine the kind of pain I am going through right now Jeremiah” is what my mom said looking at me. I must have been thinking out loud because how could she know what I was thinking or maybe it was like that title of the story I read on the front of the newspaper it said: “A mother knows best!” We had reached the hospital and the emergency medical technicians (EMT) ran out with one of those hospital beds to bring her in. We always were treated well in this small town of Evergraystone mainly because my dad is the sheriff and my mom is an active member of the community. My uncle and I could not go farther than the front desk because the nurse said, “the doctor will handle this”. About thirty minutes later my dad came out dressed with nurse’s clothing telling me to come and see my baby sister. When I was holding my sister whose name is Layola she looked into my eyes, I looked into hers, and somehow I could tell that she knew I was her brother. I just could not wait to all the fun adventures I would enjoy with her: taking her to the park, dressing up as elf asking her what she wants for Christmas, and just being there for her at all times after all I am her big brother. Unfortunately, however, I had to remember I
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” (Moore, 1). It was on the 24th of December my mom had been going into labor a little baby girl would be arriving: my sister. She had been due on the 25th the day after Christmas Eve: Christmas day. If she had came tomorrow, she would have been a Christmas miracle! Anyhow, we all got into the minivan with my grandpa driving us to the hospital while my dad held my mom’s hand persistently telling her to breathe and stay strong. As we got closer to the hospital, I started looking out the window wondering if this was the kind of pain my mom was going through when she had me. “You cannot imagine the kind of pain I am going through right now Jeremiah” is what my mom said looking at me. I must have been thinking out loud because how could she know what I was thinking or maybe it was like that title of the story I read on the front of the newspaper it said: “A mother knows best!” We had reached the hospital and the emergency medical technicians (EMT) ran out with one of those hospital beds to bring her in. We always were treated well in this small town of Evergraystone mainly because my dad is the sheriff and my mom is an active member of the community. My uncle and I could not go farther than the front desk because the nurse said, “the doctor will handle this”. About thirty minutes later my dad came out dressed with nurse’s clothing telling me to come and see my baby sister. When I was holding my sister whose name is Layola she looked into my eyes, I looked into hers, and somehow I could tell that she knew I was her brother. I just could not wait to all the fun adventures I would enjoy with her: taking her to the park, dressing up as elf asking her what she wants for Christmas, and just being there for her at all times after all I am her big brother. Unfortunately, however, I had to remember I