Do you remember?

I remember the night before.

The night before you were born.

We were sent to stay with a family friend.

Me, and your 2 other older siblings.

Emily broke her right arm,

for the second time.

I remember being tucked in,

with a promise to meet you in the morning.

I remember sleeping on that couch.

I don't remember the room,

I don't remember the hospital,

I don't even remember who all was with me.

I just remember 6 year old me,

Going to meet my baby sister.

I was sat down,

and I got to hold you.

You were asleep,

you were deposited into my eager arms.

But when you were moved,

you woke up.

You started to cry.

I look up at mom,

I was very concerned.

"Mommy, does she not like me?"

I know you don't remember,

But I do.

This is for my little sister. We are 5 years apart, which makes our relationship interesting. I remember this very vividly. We get along fine.