| From the moment my parents told me I was going to have a baby sister I was bursting with joy. I was not a jealous child, nor did I feel any lack of attention, ever. So for me the idea of a new baby, and better yet a girl.. sounded like being given my own living china doll. I wanted her to stay in my room from the moment she was brought home. I wanted to feed her, change her, play with her, sing to her, hold her, rock her, and protect her. We were inseperable. In fact when she was old enough to get around on her own she began climbing out of her crib and coming to my room to sleep in my bed with me. I encouraged this and begged my mother to let my room be our room. After months of Mum and Dad being baffled with how to keep Chelle (whom they had nicknamed Houdinni baby by this point)in her crib they agreed and she moved into my room. We were together nearly all the time from that moment on. And honestly.. she's still the closet person on earth to me. And one of the dearest. |
