Do you remember?
I remember the night before.
The night before you were born.
We were sent to stay with a family friend.
Me, and your 2 other older siblings.
Emily broke her right arm,
for the second time.
I remember being tucked in,
with a promise to meet you in the morning.
I remember sleeping on that couch.
I don't remember the room,
I don't remember the hospital,
I don't even remember who all was with me.
I just remember 6 year old me,
Going to meet my baby sister.
I was sat down,
and I got to hold you.
You were asleep,
you were deposited into my eager arms.
But when you were moved,
you woke up.
You started to cry.
I look up at mom,
I was very concerned.
"Mommy, does she not like me?"
I know you don't remember,
But I do.
This is for my little sister. We are 5 years apart, which makes our relationship interesting. I remember this very vividly. We get along fine.