18

After 2 trips to the hospital and a very long day in the waiting room with my cousins, my dad came out of the double doors holding a bundle of joy in his arms wrapped tightly in a blanket. Not knowing if it was a boy or a girl, I stood on my very tippy toes secretly hoping I would see a baby sister rather than a brother in his arms. 18 years ago today, with a sweaty tank top and a glisten in his eyes he proudly leaned over and introduced me, "Mireya, this is your new sister Kathryn."

Happy Birthday Sissy! I love you!