I went to preschool that day thinking it would be like any other. I left realizing how wrong I was. I woke up that morning feeling contented as I put on my puffy pink dress that made me feel like a princess when I wore it. I ate my breakfast with my mom and hugged the large bulge on her stomach that would soon be my sibling. Then, I fought through the piercing January weather to get to the car.
I had free time when I first entered the classroom, so I played dress up with my friends. We put on elegant tiaras and graceful dresses. The amusement never ended when I was at school. We did finger painting with every color imaginable. Blues as beautiful as the butterflies, greens as bold as leaves. We painted until there was no paint or paper left.
That day I was allowed to stay at school for lunch a luxury I was rarely allowed. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some carrots and crackers on the side.
When my dad finally picked me up, he had a Cheshire cat grin on his face and squeezed me half to death when he saw me.
“What does it feel like to be a big sister?” Dad asked me, his grin only getting more immense.
“I don’t know,” I answered confusedly.
“You should,” he said as he buckled me into my car seat.
“You’ll see,” was all he said.
When we arrived at the hospital, my dad signed in at the desk, and a woman in a green dress took me to my mom. She was holding a petite baby in her hands. I did not know who she was yet, but when I saw her I felt a warmth spreading from my heart out. It was like my heart had grown four and a half sizes because of her.
“Sophie, this is your little sister Olivia,” Mom said.
She had enormous blue eyes as clear as the sky. Her button nose was adorable, and the few hairs on her head were so blonde, they were practically white. All I wanted to do was make her mine forever. She would be my best friend from then on.
As I held her hand, I thought to myself, This is my little sister. We are going to be friends forever, and I will never let go of her hand.
Slowly, Olivia grew bigger and more marvelous everyday. She learned to talk, walk, and be remarkable. She became known as Lulu Pettit. Those are the most joyus words I could ever hear. Every time I say them, I feel as if I am singing a song of joy and laughter, a song I wish would never end.
Lulu has been the best friend anyone could ever have. She makes me cheerful when I am bitter, laugh on the worst of days, and gives my the key to life: love. Something that she had when I first saw her. Something that makes the world go round. All I needed was her’s to make mine go round.