When your a kid and your parents tell you a baby is coming you have all kinds of stuff running though your head. your only 4 but mom says the baby will be here after you have your birthday so you get excited at the prospect of a birthday of your sister or brother right after yours. Then the big day comes. And at first every thing seems ok. But some how you see and hear the tension in your parent voice and movements. They are quiet when your around whispering things you don't understand. Cerebal Palsey, Mental Retardation. And you wonder what is that? You wonder will your new baby sister be able to share secrets with you? will you and she be able to walk to school together? talk about boys? go to the proms?do homework together? As you watch your parent do things to your baby sister you scream at them to stop they are hurting her. Thing is she probably didn't even feel what was happening to her. Mom said it was to strengthen her legs. Dad said hopefully she will be able to walk. AND as you watch you think hopefully she will be able to walk? why wouldn't she? And then the chants from others come at you if your sister is retarded you must be a retard too. RETARD RETARD! Man I began to hate that word so bad. Then they tell you your baby sister has to spend some time in the hospital and your to young to go in to see her but you can go to her window and peek in. That went on for a while. Then came the next new mom was having another baby. But instead of being excited about this new baby your scared ...will this baby to be retarded? different ? I was 5 when sister 1 was born and very different that what everyone expected. I was 9 and sister 1 was 4 when sister 2 was born. The only thing wrong with sister 2 was she was very tiny, and they had to keep her till she gained weight but even when she is dad said take her back till she was bigger. Sister 1 was coming home same day as sister 2 was so the brought new baby home left her with me and one of our aunts then wen to get sister 1. Sister one got home and mom showed her the baby and sister 1 hauled off and slapped her. poor baby sister 2. Mom found out if was very difficult to handle all the special needs of sister 1 and trying to take care of sister 2 so she handed me the baby and said you have to help take care of her. SO at 9 I became a mom in away, I fed her her bottle I changed her diaper (oh and back then we had cloth diapers and pins and I stuck sister 2 a few times not meaning to) and when she was old enough to start baby food I fed her that as well...well ok she got the vegetables but I ate her fruit! When sister 1 did start learning to talk there were certain things she either couldn't say or in her head heard them differently. So things like spaghetti became goy, water melon was oh ,boy yum yum was mania mania (a song we all pretty much hated but she loved). But when you came down to it us 3 girls were sisters in every way shape and form you could be Yes one was very different that then other 2 but still she is our sister and we love her very much. And she had defied all odds thrown at her. Mom was told she wouldn't live past 3 months 6 at the most. Her last birthday she turned 64. We have lost both our parents but us girls are still here.
