A Christmas Day: The Important Day In My Life

It was Christmas Day 2009 when I was told my life was about to change forever. My mum and dad informed me that after eight years they where going to have another baby, and it would be arriving on my birthday the 16th of August. For the next eight months my life would be a blur with endless talk of babies, names and nappies but my only wish was that it wouldn’t come on my birthday. To every ones relief the baby arrived on the 17th of August 2010 it was a girl, I was officially a big brother. The first time I held my little sister she felt like a fragile china doll in my arms, so delicate and dainty. Until that point I had never had a reason to feel any form of responsibility but holding her I felt like I had to be the perfect role model. I can not remember much about that day but what I do know is it will always be a special day in my life.

When she was brought home I did not understand why so many people where fascinated with her. All she seemed to do was cry, sleep and eat but my Mum, Dad and everyone else seemed to forget about me as all their attention was on her. I fought for

I usually spent Christmas morning on my own with Mum and Dad but I remember when it was her first Christmas and we walked down stairs together the look on her face was precious. I can remember when we went to Salou for her first holiday; she was sitting on my mums lap whilst holding my hand comforting me as I am afraid of flying when really it should have been the other way around. A trip to Centre Parks when we were older helped seal our relationship as our personalities had changed. I spent time playing in the park, swimming and even managed to watch a few princess movies, it was if we were in a completely different world as there was no tension and our parents were so happy. These are just a few of the amazing memories we