The day when I was born -March 25, 2001- my mom was already prepared. The doctor -who told her days before she was going to have her baby that day- was waiting for her in the hospital. So, my mom and my dad went to the hospital where she already had an appointment. My mom was very happy and excited, but at the same time she was really scared because she knew it wasn’t going to be easy. When she first saw me she was really confused because she thought I would be bigger. She said that she was scared of grabbing me because I was so tiny and fragile she thought that in any second I would broke. Some of the people who were in the hospital when I was born were my dad, my two grandmothers, and my aunt. They all were happy because everything was as
