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Hello everyone.
For those of you that do not know me, My name is Nelson Claudia Ememabasi. I have existed in this wonderful planet for twenty one years. So fast forward to the twenty fifth of June of this present year and then subtract thirteen years from that day.
It would signify the day my little brother was brought into the world.
This story is all about us; that is me and him.
It started when my parents told me something that I can say forever changed my life, "We are having another baby".
Was I excited about this?. That would be a big fat NO!!!!!!.
Permit me to explain.
For eight years it had been just me and my big brother which meant I was the last born for a very long time and having another child come to take my spot wasn't something I looked forward to.
I anticipated and worried about a lot of things.
"What if my parents like the new child better than me?"
"What if they decide that there isn't enough space in the house and mail me to another state?"
"Where would the baby sleep"
Back then my brother and I shared a room with one bunk bed. There was no way I was sharing my bed with anyone else.
"Would they give all my toys to the baby?"
"What if it's a girl and she's finer than me"
So many questions ran through my mind. I was probably the most paranoid eight year old you would ever meet at that time.
Not only was I the last born, I was also the only girl therefore I got the treatment of a princess. I had a huge doll house, actual tiaras and even a magic wand I could use to turn frogs into princess.
In simple terms I was living the life so why did things have to change?
Everything happens for a reason
I have heard this sentence enough times for it to stick and last me a lifetime. I did not understand this especially when the thing that happened left me with a huge scar that covers my entire right lap till date. I finally came to understand this when I couldn't go to school for three whole months leaving me stuck in my house with my mother and my arch nemesis (the baby in her tummy).
I mean how could they betray me like that, maybe I would have been okay with it if they had taken my permission first but now that I'm fully grown I definitely wouldn't want them to ask for permission.
I'm digressing, back to the story.
I ended up bonding with my mum. My Dad had travelled to another state for work, my big brother was in boarding school. Every evening we would take walks, her cravings became my cravings too. Very slowly I began to look forward to having a little sibling.
When my mum finally went into labor I refused to move from outside the labour room. Every minute that passed I would ask my Dad, "Is he here yet?"
My poor father, laughing emoji.
After so much suspense, my baby brother was finally brought into the world. A little angel who I had come to eventually fallen in love with.
We were a well known family so different people gave him many names. He ended up with ten but now everyone just calls him Netherland, a nickname I gave him.
I didn't leave his side and as it turned out I had no reason to worry at all because there was plenty love to go around.
There was also no way I was being mailed to another state with all the help I put into helping raise him. I didn't even have a problem anymore with sharing my toys or my bed.
I would admit not being the last born anymore kind of sucked but if I had to be replaced by anyone I'm glad it was him.
Now he is the only, shall I call "man", considering he is almost thirteen that I can spend more than thirty minutes talking to on the phone.
Yes we argue like all siblings do, yes our relationship isn't perfect but in the end I had no reason to be paranoid at all because he completed the family and now I'm happy to say we are an awesomely crazy family.
I wouldn't wish for it any other way.
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