It is strange that ten years ago I woke up and my Janine aunt was at my home and my Mom in the hospital. My aunt told me that he wouldn't be born until later that afternoon, so I should go to school. Well actually, he was born within ten minutes and I still had to go to school. And dance. And I didn't see him for two days. Two days. Ridiculous. What kind of parents think that SCHOOl and DANCE are more important than him?? My parents. {The parents who never let me miss school, never let me sleep in or take a day off. The parents who have made it so I haven't consciously sluffed a class...ever.} Why didn't they didn't let me see him until he was two days old? The theory goes that it was to prevent him from becoming more attached to me. They knew that in the coming years I would be his second mom and had he met me sooner I would have been his first mom. So even though Brett Olsen {as he was called weeks later and for the rest of his life} was without a sister for two days, he hasn't been without me since. He loves me and I'm his favorite. Sorry other siblings, it is just the truth.
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