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Earlier Days When My Sister Was BornIt was this day, 10 years ago when my sister was born. We were in India. Everyone was happy and so was I. It is indeed very hard to remember but I still have stored this memory in my mind like remembering my own birthday party. When my dad and mom brought the baby girl home from the hospital everyone was much excited to see her. My uncle was taking video of this important and exciting moment. They all gathered around my dad because the baby was in his arms. I could hear the voices that my relatives made. I heard, “awwww… the baby is so cute.” “She looks like her mom.” I wanted to see her too. But I was too short. Everyone was around my dad, so I couldn’t even see my dad. As I was running around my dad, I was squashed in between everyone’s legs. My mom saw me and she picked to me up. When I saw the baby, she was very cute. Even better than my baby pictures. I didn’t feel good about it. I was very jealous when everyone said that she was cuter than me, and even better than me. I loved me cradling bed very much. Even my mom knew that. I would never like if she gave the bed away or even if she let anyone use it. But when I
When he said, “Honey”, I figured it was me dad. I wasn’t upset that I got yelled. They didn’t come, but my bus did. Now that doesn’t mean that we don’t love you. As it was dark, I couldn’t see who it was. She came to my room to wish me happy birthday. I went near her, and bit her on her arms. She called Manjula and told her to take me away from there. She could have took me in her arms and take me down. Later at evening my dad came home with lots of presents. With out even saying anything I left the room. I knew I should have ran out of there or I should have at least hided. .
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