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What do you think of when you hear the word 'brother'? Maybe you imagine a person who will annoy you for the rest of your life. Going into your room and making a mess, or touching stuff they are not supposed to. You may also think of a person who will always look out for you. They may be the most unsupportable person on earth, but they will never abandon you.
Growing up, I always wanted a little brother. I wanted someone to play with so I wouldn’t feel so lonely. I was an only child for eight years and I always asked my mom, “Can I have a baby brother?”. My mother struggled to get pregnant, and to make that happen she had to be on treatment. She was on treatment for several months until she was finally pregnant. Once they received the news that she was expecting a baby, my heart filled with joy. As the months went by, her tummy got bigger and bigger. My brother's movements become noticeable and his kicks become stronger. Although my parents didn’t want to know the baby’s gender until it was born, my gut always told me it was going to be a boy.
April 24, 2008, was the day I became an elder brother. I wanted to be present at his birth, but I was too young. They took me to see him at Saint Joseph’s Hospital around noon. As I walked into the hospital, the smell of disinfectant and medicine hit me. The receptionists were busy talking on the phone or entering information on the computer. Doctors and nurses were walking back and forth down the endless hallways. Many people were sitting or sleeping in the waiting area. The hospital was fairly quiet, but there was a lot of movement going on. Once we reached the end of the hallway, my aunt stopped at the reception desk and asked: “Excuse me, what room is Christopher Gonzalez in?”. The nurse searched him up on the computer and replied: “He is on the fourth floor in room 224”. We took the elevator up to the fourth floor and looked for his room. My brother was the tiniest thing I had seen. Like all newborns, he looked like a little alien. They laid him in the mini plastic crib. From his head to his toes, he was fairly red. His little fingers were soft and tender. His hair and his eyes were a dark brown color. The nurse had wrapped him in an animal blanket like a little taquito. Everyone would smother him with kisses, especially me. The following day a nurse came in and said: “I’m sorry but your child may have to stay some extra days in the hospital”. Unfortunately, my brother couldn’t come home right away because he had low blood sugar. They transferred him to a room full of other babies that had to be kept under observation. Seeing how the nurses had to poke his little foot to get blood samples several times during the day made me sad. His tiny feet were always purple due to all the times they had to get samples. Everyone was excited the day he was released from the hospital. My baby brother was finally going to come home.
To me, my little brother was like a real-life baby doll. At first, I would be scared to hold him because he seemed fragile and I was scared to break him. Eventually, holding him became second nature, as well as feeding and changing him. I enjoyed spending time with him and taking care of him. Except for when he would throw up on me after he would eat. My brother changed my life completely and without a doubt he has been my biggest blessing. Watching him get bigger and bigger made me sad but happy at the same time. Seeing his little face lighten up every time we would play always made my day. His face was the most angelic little face in the world and his smile was the most contagious. When he began to crawl, he was unstoppable, never staying still. Then he began to walk and became even more unstill. He wanted to explore every single part of the apartment. As he got older, he began to develop his own personality. A happy soul with a lot of talent and potential. Any person who had met him would know the noble-hearted person he was. The sensible little boy with a heart of gold.
My brother is the most sincere and caring person I have ever met. He taught me how to love a person more than I ever thought I could love someone. Most importantly, he filled our lives with love and happiness. Although he is younger than me, he taught me that a brother’s love is unconditional.
Brotherhood is the greatest gift. To me, it means having someone who will always love and care for you, no matter the situation. A person whom you will also always love and take care of despite everything. Brotherly love is the purest and most sincere love that a person can receive. Brother will always be there for you and will be the person you can turn to. He will always be there to protect you and put a smile on your face. I am infinitely grateful to fate for the gift of my brother and the opportunity to feel the full power of brotherhood on myself.
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