My fondest memory.

So once upon a time, I was born. Quaint little story, not too many snags to it. Just alot of random events that lead to one that's important and life changing. Now, in my life, I haven't had all that many life changing events occur. One or two truely sad ones with alot of thing that mak me laugh when looking back on them.

One that truely was inspiring was when my sister was born. She's much younger then myself, now five opposed to my whopping 17. Meaning I was twelve at the time. I digress though, so let me continue with the actual story.

I had just turned twelve, and to be honest, I wasn't all that excited. I was more bored with the idea, having had a younger brother most of my life beforehand. Younger siblings, they didn't seem all that appealing and I was quick to pass judgement on my mother for her choice to have another child.

"What are you, 40? You're too old and it's unsafe." I protested, but she waved it off as if nothing I said was anywhere near the truth. Her pregnancy was a hard one, and she had a few medical problems along the way but when the day came, she was fine. We all were fine and for once, the normal dysfunction of my family was forgotten and kept from our lives.

It was an eight minute delivery, and after my sister was born, we got the call from my mother. It was july 28, three days after my own birthday and I was pissed. I mean, it was too close to my day and I wasn't happy with all the hype to the event. My dad got the call, got excited and bolted to go see the baby. My brother and I basically watched T.V. and did unevenful things until my dad returned to take us to see her.

Now.. They named her Cassandra Ruth. Cassandra is a ditzy name in my opinion; Ruth is no better, making her sound like she's old and slightly senile. The poor child, I complain about it all the time. Oneday she will too. Anyhoo, We were taken to the hospital and there, things changed.

Now, there must be a rule somewhere that you cannot hate an infant. No matter how hard you try, you cannot do it. I couldn't atleast and I'm not the most accepting person. I walked into that hospital room with a small frown and the expectation to be dissapointed.

Then I saw her and I knew I couldn't do it. She was everything and yet, not. She was so beautiful and small and strong and vibrant, yet quiet and delicate and completely covered in pink baby clothes. Small little feet poking from a pink blanket, her entire form hidden besides that peek of baby toes and that sleeping face. You couldn't hate that face..

I remember initially taking a step back, letting my brother crowd my mom with my dad to talk about the birth. I stayed still for a moment, silent as if my speaking would ruin the moment. But after they had settled in their chatter, I didn't even think about my mother. I didn't really think at all, I just walked up to the small bed my sister lay in and leaned in.

"Hey.."

There wasn't much to it, simple words whispered shyly to the sleeping enfant. Noone payed me any mind, leaving me to my humbling which came fast and hard. "You're beautiful." She didn't stir, content to ignore me completely even as I brushed my fingers over her tiny feet. Pulling away, I went to my mom and talked with her for a bit before finally settling on the edge of her bed.

A few days later, Cassandra came home with us and since then, I've enjoyed her company. She's the cutest little girl in the world in my opinion, though people say she looks just like me. If that's the case, I wouldn't call her cute. But seriously, that's one of those life changing memories that just pop out.. The first time I ever saw my youngest sibling.