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Personal Narrative: Baby Sister
Baby Sister It was sunday, November,20,2010 and I was watching t.v when I heard the news. My mom called that the baby was here i was jumping with joy. It was cold outside so I put my jacket and my sister, my dad, and i went to the Englewood hospital. The weather was cold and the ride was long. When we got there we gave our information and went upstairs.

When i saw she was a girl i was king of mad beacuse i wanted a baby brother not sister.my mo told me to carry her and i refused, but when i saw her beautfuil tiny face smile at me and felt like a big brother and a loved her. She looked at me while i was carrying her and wendy was kind of bothered because i didn’t let her carry her. I guess a thought i would loose all the attention and
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