The Truth.

The day IT was born.

The day it was born was on February, 7th, 2007. 

My siblings and I were really excited to see our new baby brother or sister... We were prepared to all help our mom take care of this child. Our dad was usually at work. He only came back home for the Holidays.. It was sad that he couldn't see the kid his wife had given birth too..

Our mother had given birth to a boy. She named him Devin James... Him and my older brother had middle names.. The rest of us didn't get middle names.. When we finally met him you could see the thumb mark on his head from the doctor trying to get him out of our mom. He had big eyes, he looked so innocent, and we all were happy he came out okay.

Once he came baby home with us we were all trying to adject to the new member of the family. DJ would cry loud at night... During the day he sleep. We helped our mom by changing his diaper, making the bottles, giving him baths, and making sure he was okay. He was the cutest baby. We gave him the nickname "Bear" his first word was his nickname.. We were all so happy! When he first laughed it was cute, we all wanted to make him laugh but in our culture if you make the baby laugh you have to cook for everyone without help. Haha.. When my siblings and I found out about this we all got scared to make that little baby laugh.

  I remember the time when he had his first candy, he looked so shocked. His little legs would start to kick... He had no teeth at the time, he didn't know how to speak yet, and couldn't crawl... He just looked so cute... 

 When he started to get his baby teeth he looked so cute but he would cry out from the pain. When our mom would breastfeed him she said he would bite her. She had to stop and only make bottle of milk for him. He didn't like that, he would cry and cry. She kept breastfeeding him until it was the right time.

When he started crawling we all wanted him to crawling towards us. One time he crawled outside and thought sand was something you could eat, he grabbed a handfull and put it his mouth. When we found him we quickly grabbed a napkin and opened his month to take out the sand he tried to eat. He wasn't hurt or anything, we didn't want him to be come a person who loved to eat sand. Because of that we had to keep a better eye on him. 

I remember once on his Birthday he woke up early before everyone, he sat up quietly. He looked around, it seemed like he was calm. The days before he would start crying over nothing.. My brother and I walked into the room he was in and said "Happy Birthday Day!" He looked so happy, my brother and I were really surprised he knew when he was born. He was potty training at the time and he could walk on his own now.

But now... He's a brat who I wished we didn't give candy to, his teeth are rotten. I wish we didn't baby him because now he is a brat. I wish we didn't think he was cute, because he became a boy who lies to our parents about his siblings or someone else just to get his way. My siblings and I miss the baby, not this Brat who lies to get his way, or is selfish with whatever he has... 

I miss my Baby Brother. I wish I could have that Baby brother back instead of the one I'm stuck with right now.