I was the sweetest two year old you'd ever met. I was nice, I never wined, and I hated dirt. I was even a baby model. I listened when I was told no and did what I was told. But like everyone else, I had my moments. I had recently turned two when we found out about Sarah.Of course we didn't know that she was a she back then. In fact, we thought she was a he. All the way up to her birth we were sure of it. Now we just don't know. My mom had to buy all new clothes for her. Trouble from the start.My mom says Sarah was her hardest pregnancy. She had diabetes, a stoke and was constantly sick. The doctors tried to convince my mom to have an aborti ...view middle of the document...
No offense.Her first week or so home, I was begging my mom to take her back to the hospital. She tried to do the "but your a big sister now" thing and attempted to explain that the hospital wouldn't take her back. I couldn't blame 'em. Who would want a pale, screaming, lop. When I was awake, she was sleeping, so I had to be quiet. When I was sleeping, she was awake. But not quiet.A few days after she came home from the hospital, I was even more annoyed by her than usual. She wouldn't stop screaming. I told her to stop crying, but she wouldn't listen. I told her that I'm the big sister and she has to listen to me, but she wouldn't. I had lost my patients. I swung with the toy broom I was holding at her head.I knew how to do this because I would watch my big brother play T-ball. Later on in life, my dad would teach me the art of baseball. I would learn to catch to throw, and to swing. Luckily for Sarah, this was after I hit her on the head with the broom stick .Anyways, my dad had me in one hand with the other swung back aimed at by butt. My mom snatched me and carried me to my room before his hand reached it's destination. I was scared and realized I had done something wrong. I was sorry I had made every one upset.It was that incident that made me realize how much power there is behind a bat. I'm no pro, but it's still a great thing to me. I hope one day I can gain the skills to be able to proudly and honestly say I'm a ball player, but until then I can look back on my the day I hit my sister for inspiration.
