I know too many people who could care less or are very distant from their siblings. Yes, everyone has their reasons and other family complications that happen, but it is quite a different situation when you have to help raise them. Do not get me wrong, I love my brothers more than anything in this world, and just because I help raise them does not mean that is the only reason I am so close to them. Having two brothers can be quite a handful at times, but two years ago, I realized they would never be too much to handles.
My mom has always been my hero, but I never thought that she would have to go through something as hard as she did two years ago. I remember the night as if it were happening right at this moment. I was working at McDonald’s late at night. I was still in high school and I had just got off my shift. Usually, I would do homework right after my shift so I would not wake my family up when I arrived home. The shrill screech of my ringtone caught me off guard and scared me half to death as it broke me out of my deep concentration.
On the other line, my dad spoke with a heart-wrenching tone. He told me as best as he could what was going on. “Mom is in the hospital. I just took her there in the ambulance. No, I was not supposed to work tonight but the team offered to let me go along since I am the captain. Please come home as soon as possible because your brother is sleeping and I would like you to be there. Grandma will be over soon too.” He had no idea what was going on with my mom and that is what scared me the most.
I drove as fast as I could home, tears and all as I sped out of Lincoln. More than anything I wanted to go straight to the hospital and demand to know what was going on with my mom. I tried calling my brother several times to wake him up and make sure he was all right but he has never been a light sleeper. When I got home, I flew out of my car without even closing the door all the way.
Once I was inside, I instantly fell to my knees and started crying even harder. I quickly collected myself because I knew that it was more important to get to my brother. That night was one of the longest and most painful ones that I had experienced. My dear mom almost died because of complications due to an unexpected miscarriage. Later on, we found out that she could have had twins.
Ever since that night two years ago, I have never thought that my brothers were a burden. I am beyond blessed, and that could ever be annoying again. Because of this incident, my youngest brother’s birth was a little more special than births typically are. I still cannot decide whether I cried more tears during that dreadful night or if I did when the speakers at the hospital played the newborn baby’s song. My brothers will continue to always be a huge part of my life, and my two little worlds. Yes, I would have absolutely loved being a big sister again. All I know is that I still am the big sister to four beautiful and special younger siblings. I love you mum, ZJ, and Buggs!
