Something I Can Do
     It all seemed so surreal.
     My sister's blonde hair was in an array as she held the red-faced baby. I wasn't supposed to see her, as the hospital restricted those under 18, but it's my sister and my nephew. I'll be a little dishonest to see them.
     My sister Cherie pulled back Aaron's baby hat to reveal a crop of light colored hair. He didn't have any eyebrows yet, though, and his face looked squished. He cried, and the noise was grating to my ears, but Cherie smiled at the sound. Awkwardly leaning over the bed, I gave her a hug. She was shaking uncontrollably from the anesthetics. I wondered how she could hold the baby, since she looked like she didn't have any muscle control.
     It was late, though, and I had school in the morning. I poked Aaron's nose; I had no idea baby skin could be so soft and fragile. Bidding Cherie goodbye, I walked out of the hospital, into the freezing cold air. The creation of life was amazing, in a way.  That all the hardship that is this world, it all originates from something so pure. Something that can steal our hearts away effortlessly. Something as simple as a baby.
     I never liked kids. Although I am still a kid, I don't like them. But Aaron was just so precious.
     I've known for a while now that having kids and being a housewife was not for me. But being an aunt...maybe I can do that.

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Iloveowlcity   Iloveowlcity wrote
on 6/10/2014 9:04:47 AM
Awe:) I like this!It's amazing :)

Conflicteddreamer   Conflicteddreamer wrote
on 12/3/2012 12:43:06 PM
A well-written piece.

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My sister had a baby. So this is from my real-life experience.
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