Personal Narrative-To Cry Or Not To Cry?

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It was late at night when my mom was laying down eating popcorn and suddenly, she started having contractions. “Ugh, I am not feeling well, “ she said. She held her stomach. My dad and I looked worried. “Is it the baby,” we said, “ are you okay”. I was worried. Her expression showed she was in pain. My mom was holding on my dad like she was about to fall off a cliff, and her facial expression looked scared and like she was hurting. My dad knelt at her side, Kneaded her back. “I think we have to go to the hospital. Now,” she said.
Thats when I knew my baby sister was coming. “ I’ll be right back, I need to go get the baby bag” I said. I felt soooo happy at that moment, I was about to cry because in a few hours/ minutes I don’t even know when but I was about to have a beautiful baby sister.
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My my dad and Italy went to the trunk to get our stuff.
“ Dad can you Pop the trunk” I asked. As soon as my mom heard the boink sound she knew that we were home from camp, so she rushed outside the door as fast as a cheetah trying to catch its prey.
“MY BABIES!” she yelled excitedly. I can tell that she was excited to see us. I was kinda fun to hear my mom yell hey babies. So next thing you know I was walking into the house and my older sister who is 15, she came out the door and she was holding my baby sister in her hand. She looked so small and petite compared to my sister.
“WOWWWW,, DENALI” I whispered. I was so excited to see her after 2 weeks of being in camp. I was so happy to the point where I dropped all the bags I was holding just to go see and hold her in my hands. She was as soft as a little fluffy bunny, when she was wrapped up in her blanket. She was a very light brown but when you touched her her skin would turn yellow because she had Jaundice, due to her being premature because her liver isn't fully developed. Basically for the rest of the day I held her in my hands all day and I got to wash her up for the first

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