We always want what we do not have. When I was a little kid all I wanted was another sibling. When my little sister was finally born, I remember that at first I was ecstatic, but later on I started to regret having a little sister. Through the ups-and-downs of life’s crazy roller coaster, I have made a very special bond with my sister. A bond that will never be broken.
I cannot remember a time that I was not begging my parents for another sibling. When I was a little kid I always asked, “Can I have another sibling now?” When they complained about how much work was required, I told them that they could always return him or her (At that time I thought that parents purchase babies at the store). They just laughed and waved the thought away. After months of persistent irritation my parents finally cracked. At first I thought they were just kidding, but when they started discussing names, I knew that they were serious. I was so happy I was unable to move. I did not know what I was getting myself into.
My little sister Nisha was born on November 15, 2002 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I remember that day very clearly because my grandmother had come all the way from India and both my parents were in the hospital. Finally after waiting in anticipation all day, my grandmother and I were picked up in the evening by my dad. When we got to the hospital I vividly remember wailing from an ambulance siren and something else that I could not recognize. Whatever it was it was making a horrible sound. When we finally got to my sister’s room, her loud cries filled the room. When I first saw my sister I stopped dead in my tracks. She was so tiny! After I got over the initial shock, I asked, “Could I hold her?” My parents were a bit hesitant at first but reluctantly agreed. The moment I held her in my arms she stopped crying and looked at me wither her large brown curious eyes. It was at that moment when the first bond of many was made.
After she was taken home, it was like my whole world turned upside down. The smelly diapers, constant crying, and worst of all for me, I got no attention from my parents whatsoever. Before my sister was born I was an only child and got all the attention. As soon as my sister was born, an enormous responsibility was bestowed on me. I had to clean up the messes I had made and keep up with all my schoolwork. I was supposed to be independent. At first I was doing fine, but then she started becoming a huge distraction. I could not sleep at night because of constant crying, and worst of all I could not do my homework without being disturbed! She was fun to play with and all, but it usually ended with someone getting bitten. Even then another bond was formed.
As she matured more bonds formed between us. When I did something she took the blame and vice versa. For example, on our mantelpiece we have a mosaic bull from Spain. While swinging my arms I accidentally knocked it over. “Who did this?” my mom questioned. “I did”, my sister whispered. Another example was when my sister accidentally put a pen in the washing machine. The pen exploded and got the clothes and the washer coated with blue ink. I took the blame for that. Most of the time we shared the blame for each other, which worked out great because my parents could not get so mad at us. This is where several more bonds were made.
To this day my sister and I have a special bond that has held us together like super glue. Through good times and bad, my relationship with my sister has only gotten stronger. We share a very important bond. A bond that will never be broken.
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