I have an adorable little brother. He came into this world when I was eight.
At that time, Mom and Dad brought me to the hospital’s newborn baby ward. Separated by the incubator, I first caught a glimpse of that little fellow.
I asked Mom if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
Mom only wiped away her tears and informed me that there had been a small issue.
I might not be able to meet him anytime soon, she said. For now, I could only watch him from the other side of the glass.
"Your brother can't come home with us just yet. He’ll be staying here for a long time."
Later on, I discovered that Mom had given birth to me naturally.
Unsurprisingly, she chose the same method when it came to my little brother, except it took her a long time this round.
Because the umbilical cord was around his neck, it took much effort for little brother to come out safely.
