My Little Brother

We all desire something we don't have, whether its something materialistic or even something living. If you don't have a dog yet like dogs your going to want one even if your allergic to them because its your desire to have it. In my case, when i was around four years old my desire was to have a little brother. I don't even believe it myself sometimes but my parents tell me stories of me when I was little and how I would beg them for a little brother. My idea back then of having a little brother was someone I could play with. An idea very much like having a doll. When my parents finally gave me the news of course i was pretty thrilled I mean I was going to have a little brother! Over the months I became even more and more excited. 
Then finally on December 24th, 2001 my little brother was finally born. My family and I refer to him as our Christmas gift since of course he was born on the 24th. I don't remember much about that day. My mom told me that my dad took her to the hospital at around 9:00pm on the 23rd but that I didn't hear a thing because I was already sound asleep. My parents had left me with my aunt who had come from Guatemala the day before to take care of me. However what I do remember is my dad finally picking my aunt and I up to go see my little brother. I remember my aunt rushing me that morning to get up and get dressed so that we'd be ready for when my dad came to pick us up. Boy, was I happy to hold my little brother in my arms for the very first time. 

My parents tell me that when my mom and little brother finally came home I got really jealous. My mom would only pay attention to my little brother and wouldn’t pay much attention to me. I was so used to the attention, I mean I was an only child, until of course Eric came along. Months went on, which then turned into years and having a little brother wasn’t as exciting anymore. As a matter of fact it was the total opposite. He started  hiding my dolls from me and sometimes even giving them a “haircut” and cutting all of their hair off, which then turned into him taking my phone away and texting everyone on my contacts list. All which lead to daily arguments over the stupidest things. However I always manage a way to forgive him and get over it. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like having a little sister or even an older sibling instead. Many say it would be the same, others say it would be even worse. But who knows. At this point, I’m simply glad I got my little brother as a Christmas gift that year no matter how annoying he is and will most likely continue to be so, because I know I’ll always find a way to forgive him and well love him in the end.