Though I was only a few years old when my younger sister was born, I still remember bits and pieces of the day. After Rachel was born, my dad took me to look at the babies in the nursery to keep me occupied until I could see my new baby sister. The walls were purple and through the glass window, I saw a dozen babies. My father thought I would go big-eyed over how adorable the babies were and then after a few minutes start whining about when I would be able to see Rachel. I on the other hand thought that I was looking at the babies to choose which I wanted to take home. Being the three year old that I was, I chose the baby with the hat. I was so excited to be deemed responsible enough to pick out our family’s newest member, that my dad didn’t
