Amber piece ♥
It was ten years ago, I was eight years old. My sister said, “I’m having a baby, go tell Mom.” Ever the tattle-tail, I ran to tell my mother. I don’t remember how my Mother reacted, or much after that, just that nine months later I was an Aunt for the 3rd time. My sister was a senior in high school, and she didn’t graduate until she was nineteen due to my niece’s birth. She worked at Taco Bell and moved her newborn into my room. I can recall waking up, my sister sound asleep, but her baby was crying. I kicked my sister to wake up, she usually did with complaints, but she attended to her child. She took care of her child. She loved her daughter. I remember that we had to decorate my room for the baby, I didn’t see why - she was a baby, what did she care was on my walls? But we did. Eventually my sister moved out, on to better things, but her presence and her daughter never was removed from my life.
There was diaper changes, first steps, teaching her to be sarcastic, this girl followed me around like a little mini me. And I was deathly protective of her, I still am. I remember once when her parents where fighting, my sister is fierce and loud; a sort of acquired taste, but she was screaming at her boyfriend on the top of her lungs. I had no interest, all I could think is “Where’s Amber?” I went up stairs and into my brother’s room, he was holding her and I took her from him. I was crying because yelling always unsettled me, but not just because of that. I wanted a better life for her. I wanted something better than this. I was nine years old. I decided that I was going to make a better life for her.
She’s punched me in my eye, pulled my hair, cried her eyes out to me, and I to her. She took her first step to me, and been an annoying pest to my side ever since. She’s my baby, my little sister and my life. She is the single most important person in my life, she’s the reason I want to do better. Be a better person. I’ve watched her grown from a defenseless baby, to an adorable toddler into a spoiled brat. But she’s mine. She has attitude that can only match my own, and a sense of humor all her own. She’s small, skinny, but a fighter. She’s smart and not modest about it. She’s very proud, adventurous, bossy. And very trendy. Amber is all about being popular - but she doesn’t lose her individualism. It’s growing, she’s young - it’ll be more present when she’s older, but she’s Amber. My independent, self-involved, silly, adorable niece. She’s easily one of my favorite people to be around, and she’s ten now so you’d think she tire of me, but she doesn’t. I know there’s going to be a point in my life where she’s taller than me, no longer interested in my crazy bed time stories, and just going to think that I’m the lamest thing around. But even still, I’ll be working at trying to make life better for her; giving her the love and the support she needs. She’s going to do great things, I just feel it.