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when my sister was born, I remember arguing with my father over the gender. I said it would be a girl, he said it would be a boy. he didn& #39;t tell me he already knew it would be a girl, but he kept me busy during the birth of my sister because my mother was in pain and I could
hear it. then the screaming stopped and a baby began crying and a nurse came out and said that it was a girl and I was happy I won the debate, but my father didn& #39;t care. he wanted to see my sister. they let us in and in this tray-like thing, my sister was there. I didn& #39;t really
care too much. I was too young to understand how important that moment was. I kind of just stared at her and wondered why she was so pink. I remember my baba saying, "she looks just like me" which was funny. we had to stay at the hospital for a few more days and during
that time, I would accompany my father whenever he went to get medicines and stuff, as well as food. every night we& #39;d go to the drugstore, then the restaurant, get takeout, and come home and eat it. I fell asleep waiting for the takeout to get finished every time.
I& #39;d wake up in my father& #39;s arms or I& #39;d already be in bed. at the end of it all, when we came back home, my mother told my father that I was very pleasant during the whole thing. I didnt give them a reason to stress. I was well behaved. mama said I should be rewarded.
so my dad went out and bought a fake gold medal and a tiny bouquet and mom gave it to me. it was my "best nurse" award.
I was 5
