Earlier Days When My Sister Was Born
             It 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 entered in my mom’s room, what I saw was that baby was in my cradling bed. The one that use to be mine was no longer called mine. With out even saying anything I left the room.
             Most of my relatives were at my house. It’s our Indian tradition that usually most of my dad’s side’s relatives; that are my dad’s brothers and sisters stay at our house when the baby is born. They stay there for a week or two. My dad’s two brothers were in America and so was my dad’s sister. In short all of my dad’s family was in America. Luckily my dad’s brother, my aunt, wanted to come. So she was at our house in India.
             I was in my room crying. Nobody even cared to ...