I was only five years old when my little brother George was born. When I was younger I didn't realize the responsibility that came with being an older sibling. In the months leading up to birth I remember everything slowly changing. The guest room piled with boxes from to our move slowly transitioned into a baby blue nursery. Different relatives and friends of family gifted me with shirts that has “Big Sister” written in bold letters across the front.
       

I think about the day my younger brother came into this world as he blows out his candles on a cake that reads “Happy 10th Birthday George!” It was March 26,2005. It was pouring rain. I remember going my Grandmother's house with my older brother Luke. My grandmother kept talking on the phone and getting news from my dad who was at the hospital. My parents told me I was getting a little brother earlier but I didn't think of it as a big deal.
    

Luke and I played outside in the mud. I stopped in puddles wearing my pink rain boots. My grandmother came outside.“ Are you ready to meet your little brother?” She asked. Me and Luke replied, “Yes!
     

We went inside and changed. I put on brown pants and my pink big sister shirt with the same pink rain boots. Luke and I raced each other  to the car. The drive took thirty minutes. We got stuck in traffic. We lived in Watertown but my grandmother lived in Wellesley so the drive from her house was longer.
        

We finally arrived at St.Elizabeth’s Hospital in Boston. We got out of the car and entered the building.We went up a few floors in the elevator.
        

My grandmother checked in at the desk. We waited in a long long to reach a lady searching through papers. The receptionist told us our room number and pointed us in the direction we should walk. My dad met us at the door with a big grin on his face.
       

We entered the room. My mom was lying in bed holding my little brother. “What's his name?” I asked my dad. He replied “His name is George.” I sat there watching my mom hold my chubby brother. I learned that ten pounds is a lot for a baby.
          

I sat down on a chair next to the bed. The hospital room was gray. I looked at the bed. It had wires and machines around it. I didn't know what they were for but I didn't ask. My dad handed my brother and told me to be careful. I sat with him.
           

He was wrapped up in a little blanket. His face was red and his eyes were closed. He was bald. After I sat with him for a few minutes my dad took George and handed him to Luke.
           

My grandmother started crying and I was very confused. I don't why she was sad that my brother was born.  My mom fell asleep. After my older brother held George we went to the cafeteria with my dad. I got orange juice and a rice crispy treat. We went upstairs and to say goodbye to my mom. She had to stay there with my brother. The next day they came home.