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On September 2, 1980 my dad took me and my older sister Deanna to the nursery at Memorial Hospital and pointed to a baby in the window and said meet your baby sister Stacie.  I looked at the baby in the window and looked at my dad and I said “but I don’t want that baby!” and pointed to another baby in a different window and told him “I want that baby over there!.” But my dad said I couldn’t pick my sister and Stacie was coming home with us.  We had a three bedroom house and when my parents brought Stacie home they set up a crib in their room.  I used to go in there and talk to her in her crib and tell her stories all the time. When she got a little older my mom asked me and my sister Deanna which one of us wanted to share a room with her and I begged and begged to let it be me! (What was I thinking?!?! She got into all my stuff and knew all of my hiding places) but it worked out fine. It was kind of cool not being the little sister anymore cause then I wasn’t the one being picked on!!! Me and Deanna would team up and used to tell Stacie she was adopted, that she had the mail mans eyes or that she was found in a cabbage patch. (That was back when cabbage patch kids were really popular) so she would run to my mom crying and we would get in trouble.

I loved being the middle child, because I was old enough to hang out with Deanna and her friends and go to the mall and check out boys, and when Deanna got a car her friends used to do my hair and make-up and let me cruise Chester with them on Friday and Saturday nights. Deanna was cool and never cared that I tagged along with her and her friends. I was also young enough still to go outside and play tag with Stacie and her friends so I got the best of both worlds. I loved it because I was a little sister and I had someone to look up to. I loved being a little sister and I remember I always wanted to do everything my big sister did.  If she was having a bad day I would try to do everything I could to cheer her up.  I remember when I was two and Deanna was 4 my mom took us to the carwash. We were sitting in the car while my mom was washing it (she was 8 months pregnant with my sister Stacie) and Deanna was sad because she wanted to go home and play. So I decided to jump in the front seat of the car and drive us home if mom didn’t want to take us home I would!! So I got in the front seat and started the car and it started coasting down the hill. (And my poor 8 month pregnant mom had to jump in the car and stop it.)  But that was just me I always wanted to help my sister!!! As much as I loved being a little sister I loved being a big sister more.  Being a big sister meant I had someone that looked up to me and wanted to do all the things that I got to do.  Which I thought was so cool.

My sisters are my best friends when we were little and one of us got into trouble the other two would go and comfort the one who got into trouble.  But most of the time it was the three of us scheming and getting into trouble together. We have always been there for each other be it happy news sad news whatever.  I just know my sisters got my back and I got theirs. I am so glad on September 2, 1980 I couldn’t pick out my baby sister, because I got the sisters I was meant to have and I wouldn’t trade them in for anything in the world!