Brown meets Brown 

       Being confined by a red brick building on June 2, 2007 wasn’t apart of my daily routine, and it was not how I wanted to spend my time on this hot summer day. As I watched the clock strike twelve, I was counting down until one more hour when I would be in bed again, because I was not feeling my best as I was sitting at the small school desk, coughing up an iron lung. All I could think about was what I could’ve been doing with my time, but yet I was taking this wretched test they call the SAT. On this day, I was really worried about my sister because today was her due date, and, when I left at 6:00 am, she was looking rather pregnant and was having sharp labor pains. I didn’t want to leave her because she was my sister, my own blood, and I wanted to be there for her if ever she needed anything. I wanted to be there was because she was now divorced and my mom was at work, so the only one there was me. I was stoked that this was going to be my first little person that I would share part of my life with by becoming an Aunt.
 
      When I finally left Southport High School near Greenwood, Indianapolis, the dungeon of darkness and the stuffiness of the hallways, I was thrilled because that test was finally over. I walked out into the bright hot sun; the sun hit me as if I was walking through a scorching desert. The only thought running through my mind was the thought of my sister in pain and if she was doing ok. As I stumbled half way out the cool metal doors, the pavement looked almost as if it was lava erupting from a volcano, as the sun beat down to make this day steamy and sticky. I was waiting on any one of my family members to come around that sharp corner into the parking lot of the school where I sat on the edge of the curb waiting to feel the cool air conditioner of a vehicle. I sat there for a good hour before I saw my Aunt Judy and Uncle John roll up in their huge grey truck with an America flag on the front of the grill. They quickly told me I needed to hurry into the truck, so that they could take me over to St.Vincent Women’s Hospital, to see my brand new baby niece or nephew.        

     When we pulled up into the jam-packed parking lot of the front entrance, my heart started racing. I couldn’t believe that today was the day I was finally going to hold the duties and the responsibilities of an Aunt. I made my way through the rotating glass doors into the main lobby, as I could smell the cleanness of the hospital. The air almost smelt light as if I was up in the clouds, and the lighting was warming and the perfect shade of ivory. Following my Aunt and Uncle up in the elevator to the third floor, I could barely breath. I just couldn’t wait any longer to see if it was a boy or a girl and what he/she looked like. When I walked down the bright white hallway to the last wooden door on the right, I peeked around the corner to see my sister awake sitting up in bed, not looking her absolute best, but who would just giving birth? When I made my way in the room closer to her bed I saw what would be my future little niece Hailee Shae Dreshar, laying quietly in the little bed next to my sisters.  As I looked upon Hailee, she was the prettiest little girl that I have ever seen. She looked so peaceful as she slept in the clear friendly safe box. I kept giving her odd looks because she reminded me so much of piglett in Winnie in the Pooh. She was petite and had small delicate features to her rosy red chucky cheeks. When the time came and she finally awakened from her long deep sleep, I had a chance to see her deep brown gorilla eyes. Her eyes were so dark and big they almost made me cry. She was the cutest baby girl that I have ever seen in my lifetime, and plus she held the power of the brown eyes in a family of sky blues and emerald greens. She and I would be the only two born in our family with brown eyes, which made us, have the power of being more unique in our family. Hailee and I would hold a loving bond, by being the only brown-eyed girls in the family. My sister, Jolanta, finally said that I could hold, feed, and rock her all at once because she has yet to meet me. When the nurse came into check up on Hailee and my sister, she glanced at me and smiled as if she knew what I was thinking and laid her softly in my arms. I could smell the sour milk upon Hailee’s breath and touch the smoothness of her cold black baby hairs. I rocked her gently; she closed her deep brown eyes, as the nipple of the bottle pushed through her small pink lips. She began to drink out of the bottle, and at that moment all I could feel was the warmth of her body. I knowing that this was only the beginning of the Hailee and Morgan adventures.       

      The Hailee and Morgan adventures would be the adventures that you would never tell your innocent mother about, and not even old wise grandma would understand. The adventures would be between her and I and they would include: taking her first steps, patching up her first scraped knee when she falls off her dazzling pink bike, tickling her until we both almost pee our pants, being in trouble because she stole a snickers candy bar she really wanted from the local Wal-Mart store, taking her to receive her first fake ID, and being there for her to help her though this crazy world. These adventures would last a lifetime just like the love that I cherished for her when her huge brown gorilla eyes met mine, but these adventures would never end because no matter how old I will become and no matter how much she will grow, to me she will always be that brown eyed baby piglett that made my life more worthwhile and exciting. Hailee is now two years old today and the adventures that we have already made together have been some of the most memorable times of my teenage life. After everyday that passes by in her life, I will be there every step of the way to guide her and be the Aunt that I’ve always wanted to be.            

 

Hailee Shae