Narrative Essay About An Only Child

As a child, I was a complete and total brat: spoiled, bossy, emotional, you name it, and it was probably an adjective that could be used to describe me. I always had to be the center of attention at every event or family gathering; however, no one seemed to mind because I was pretty stinking cute as well. I was the favorite niece, grandchild, cousin, and everything in-between. I may be pretty vain in admitting this, but what else would you expect from an only child? Yep, that’s right. I was an only child and loving it until I turned eleven and my little rascal of a brother was born. For eleven years of my life, I never had to share a bathroom, fight over the remote to the TV, worry about not ever having enough privacy, or any of those sibling type things that go on in the homes of large families. Being the only child was the only way …show more content…
I figured, why not, because it had been a while since I was able to have some alone time with her. She also told me that I might be able to have my very own picture of my little sibling, and like promised we left that office with a black and white snapshot of some foreign looking object that had been lodged inside my mom, but that was no baby. I had no opinion on whether the little alien turned out to be a male or female so when I found out it was a boy, I was indifferent. After this, things progressed rapidly, and before I knew it, the day had arrived. It started out as a day just like any other. I was getting ready for school, in the bathroom brushing my teeth and suddenly my mom bursts into the bathroom, flings herself on the toilet to pee, when actually it was her water that had broken. My mom goes into to labor minutes just before the bus was supposed to show up. The kid did me a favor that day and got me out an entire day of school so I guess I can’t say he’s never done me any