"Mom where do babies come from?", I remember asking one day after preschool. She looked down at my innocent, four-year-old face that had dried snot and remnants of what looked like some sort of red candy from lunch still on it, and she quickly realized where the conversation was about to go. Every kid has those phases where they beg and beg for the newest Barbie or Hot Wheels car that all their friends have, but their parents know that if they wait it out, sooner or later the begging will stop and their kids won't even remember why they wanted the toy in the first place, but this was not a phase. I was lonely. Barbie and Ken were not enough for my adventurous toddler self. I wanted a friend, a partner in crime, a sibling.
For months everyday I would ask until I was blue in the face, but I was getting nowhere. What should I do? I started making lists about all the reasons why another kid would benefit our …show more content…
As he walked up to us for the first time, I ran up to him, gave him a good squeeze, and started telling him every thought that popped into my head and all about how he was going to be our newest family addition. He looked up at me puzzled and said, "¿Qué?". I had forgotten that he spoke Spanish and even though my family and I had learned the basic fundamentals, I was unable to talk to him unless the sentence was "hi, how are you?" or "my favorite color is blue". If I wanted to talk to my brother, I was going to have to become fluent in Spanish... so that's what I did. I watched cartoons in Spanish, read books in Spanish, and took a Spanish class at school. After a few months, I overcame the language barrier and was translating for everyone that wanted to speak to my brother, sometimes even for my parents. I taught him English while he helped me with my Spanish. We were unstoppable partners in crime, taking on the World together just as I had