Coming of Age Essay: Draft

Tap, tap, tap. I couldn't stop fidgeting as my family and I sat in the waiting room. One part of me was extremely excited in finding out whether I had a brother or sister, and the other, not so much. I've always been a daddy's girl, and hated the idea of having to share my dad's attention. "Amalia Maestro?" the receptionist called. I stood up and walked as slowly as I could, being the last person to walk into the room. Here we go, I thought to myself as the doctor walked in.

After about twenty minutes, the doctor was able to get a clear picture of my sibling. "It looks like it's a girl!" she gushed. And at that moment, every pair of eyes were on me. I couldn't exactly be angry with anyone, obviously, because I have no control over the gender of the baby, so, being the amazing child I am, I smiled and went along with the conversation. There was nothing wrong with having a sister. But I've always been the favorite to my dad, and I was afraid that the title would go to her.

I tried to remain positive over the next few months, And one morning, I walked into my living room and found out that my mom was giving birth, so I spent a night with my grandmother and cousins. The next day, my brother, cousin, and I visited the hospital, and when I walked into the room, I, at first, saw my mom, who looked extremely tired, carrying my baby sister. I reached out to take her in my arms, and at first I was extremely scared of dropping her, so I quickly sat down, and I knew, it wasn't going to be as horrible as I thought.

The night Sophia was born was an extremely nerve-wracking night for me. I couldn't stop imagining the changes she would make in the family, but I soon found out that those changes were positive. She created  moments that tied the family closer together. And as Sophia grew older, I'll admit, we did have our horrible moments. I mean, what do you expect from a crazed 2-year-old? But, she and I eventually became very close to each other. I even think it's safe to say that she likes me more than my brother.

What did I learn from all this? Well, first of all, not everything is as it seems. I learned to be much more open minded to changes. No to mention, more older-sister instincts kicked in. I became a wiser, more responsible person, and I could say that it's all thanks to my sister. She was a huge change to my life. Oh, and she prefers my mom over my dad, so, I still remain the apple of my dad's eye, and everyone is happy, I mean, except for my brother, who now has to vie for the attention of my mother.