On May 7th, 1993, my eleventh birthday, my mother broke the news. I was going to be a big sister to twins. I was not happy. Being an only child for over eleven years with divorced parents had made me extremely spoiled and I did not want that to change. I had become very accustomed to not having to share my family’s love and the prospect of another child in the family scared me very …showed first 75 words of 267 total…

…showed last 75 words of 267 total…me that she still loved me but she had been trying to become pregnant with her boyfriend for almost six years now and she never thought she’d have another child. Even at eleven I could see how important this was to my mother so I began to become happy too. After all I was going to be sister, and being a sister to a very important baby was even better than that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**