It was a dark cold Friday, when my dad came in my room turning the lights on and screaming with joy. At first I was kind of confused but as I thought about it, all the excitement in his voice had a reason. That morning my mom going to give birth to a special angel.
My dad and I woke up my brothers, we both were eager to get going. We all got ready, jumped in the car and started off towards the hospital. We pulled up at an ugly brick building with some green letters reading “Twelve Oaks.” I had a bad feeling about this place, but it whipped off as soon as I saw my mom nervous. We hurried her in and from there a lady took her in a wheel chair. I was uninformed about what was going on for hours.
I got up to get a snack from the vending machine and to my surprise I saw my dad walk towards us. He had her in his arms. She was so little, literally fitted in one hand. After 9 months I had finally met her. Unfortunately, she was nothing I imagines her like, she was a miniature, small head, and could see her veins. Right there I knew something was wrong with her. My mom was put in her room already; the thing was that she hadn’t seen Julia. After hours of waiting they finally brought her in.
A doctor came in the room and told us he had to transfer my baby sister over to Texas Children’s Hospital. All he said was that something was wrong with her and they needed to run some test on her. They diagnosed her with Trisomy 18 after a whole month of her staying there. The doctor pretty much told us she was going to die. I could now say she is a miracle, doctors only gave her up to a year and now she is about to turn 4. She is what keeps me strong and for what I look forward in life.