Personal Narrative: My Brother

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“Mauricio Mauricio wake up” my aunt shouted. “you have a new brother!” my aunt scream. I woke up and half of my face is covered by the shiny sun on my face and the other side I see my aunt. I was excited because my newborn brother was born and he was at the hospital with my mom and dad. I was at my aunt's house and I was walking all over the place and wanted to see my brother already. I heard the sound of the keys shaking and heard someone saying “let's go”! It was my aunt waiting for me in front the door to take me to the hospital. I shut the door from the car and could hear my footsteps of all the fast running. We were inside the hospital and were almost close were my newborn brother was. I open the door and when I walked in the room

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