I honestly don't know how me and my brothers became so close. We've just always been so close with each other. My first memory with Zayden was actually the day he was born. I was going to turn 6 in a little less than a month and I was in the delivery room with my mom and a couple other family members. After Zayden was born, my dad still hadn't made it to the hospital (he was driving back from Arkansas; we lived in Tennessee then) and so the doctor asked if I wanted to cut his umbilical cord, and of course it was okay with my mom, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me first. I was so excited and I remember feeling so nervous that I would hurt Zayden or my mom, and then I cut it! I was so proud of myself. As for my brother, Wyatt, my mom booted me out of the delivery room because I was annoying her to death so I wasn't there for his birth. My first memory of Wyatt was while we went to the park and he was in the baby swing. We would push him and the entire time he would just laugh his head off. I remember pushing him so much that my arms had become sore, so then I would swap with one of my cousins that was there with us.
My last point is that I believe that sibling bonds are so important to have. After our parents are gone, it'll just be us and our siblings, if you have any, against the world, facing life's challenges alone together. Then there's also the world famous "if you're not nice to each other who will give you a kidney if you need one???" argument that my parents give us when we argue. Anyways, love your brothers and sisters. They're probably one of the most important people that will be there for you when you need them.
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