This kind of long but it is a story about a sad time in my life. 3 years ago my mom went back to Mexico to fix hers papers so she can be legal in America. When she left she was pregnant and before she left she had barely been told the gender of the baby which was boy. I had 2 sisters at the time so my mom took the youngest with her. I was finishing my 3 grade year at the time. I thought she was only going to stay over there for 1 month. That wasn't the case, she stayed for 10 months. During those 10 months there was a flood in Mexico. My mom was about 7 months pregnant. She went in labor but she lost the baby. When that happened I was at school and got sent home early because I was sick. My dad picked me up and when we got home he was crying. I was shocked because I never in my life saw my dad cry. He then told me my brother died. I felt like the world came crashing on me. Never in my life have I ever cried so hard. The illusion of having a brother was shattered. A few years later my mom had another baby, a girl. She was born healthy, but during the time my mom was pregnant I was so scared that I was going to lose another sibling. I am grateful that she was born. When we lost my brother it was like a light went out in our lives, but when my sister was born the light lit again. My message is that even if you hate your sibling or don't care about them you should cherish the time you have with them because some people never got the opportunity to.