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That evening in May


On an evening in May I finally understood what it feels like to be an older sister. I saw the precious little eyes for the first time where he was brought upon my arms. My mother told me to watch him when she rested. I was in a state of shock seeing a baby being born. Through the nine months of my mothers pregnancy, I remembered him as kicking and moving a lot. Until that evening of May...
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gabbykilla
my little brother

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