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Authors: Ebony N. Donahue
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your big brother is here now. I got you; you don’t have to cry no more.” I whisper to her. “I love you, yes I do.”
I continue to whisper and she stares at me as if my voice mesmerizes her. I gather up all the babies’ necessities and place them in her bag. I throw the bag over my shoulder and hold Peanut close to my body. With my free hand I also grab hold of her baby tub. Through all of this moving around, Peanuts snug as a bug, she is content and very observant to be so young.
It’s as if she knew I had nothing, but good intentions. She knew that I would take care of her, I would protect her. I silently, stealthily maneuvered my way down the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. The first thing that I do is lay Peanut down on my king size bed. She doesn’t cry, but small whimpers of protest, of disturbing her safe haven in my arms did present themselves.
“Now listen sweetie, I have to put you down for a few minute, Okay?” She quiets and looks at me as if she actually understood the words I was speaking.
“I need to get you clean and feed you. Can you work with me?”
She kicked her little legs and moved her arms in a jerky motion as if giving me permission to proceed. I arranged everything in my room for easy access. I went into the restroom to fill the baby bath with water and laid out the towel to dry her off after the bath. I checked the bath water twice just to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. I gently place my sister in the little bath. I had to chuckle at her reaction to the bath. I would describe her reaction as a deer caught in headlights, her whole body went rigid. Her legs and arms locked up and she took in a long drawn out gulp of air.
“It’s okay; I need to get you clean. You smell like spoiled milk sweetheart. Once I’m done you’ll feel better.” I talked to her throughout the entire bath, throughout the drying off process, and the redressing. I propped my pillows against my headboard and turned my television on, but turned the volume down low enough that it wouldn’t bother Peanut if she fell asleep, but just enough volume where I could hear it.
I talked to her while she greedily gulped down her bottle. I talked while I burped her. I hummed and gently rocked her until she fell asleep. I looked down at this sleeping child on my chest and felt an overpowering sense of pride, joy, and protectiveness. More than any of the other emotions present, the emotion that overpowered my senses the most was, pure love. Mom found us both asleep in my bed two hours later. I was curled up my side in the fetal position facing my little sister. Peanut was laying on her side, sucking her binky, facing me. My right arm encircled her, creating a tight cocoon of protection around her. Mom rocks my shoulder and whispers.
“Chase, what are you doing home?”
“Sleeping.” Was my smartass remark.
“Chase, I can see that. You were supposed to be at the gym. Dad and I told you not to worry about Francis.”
“Mom, no disrespect, but chill! I’ll make up the training. Go take a relaxing bath or do your hair. For GOD sake do something for you, Peanut is fine.” Mom got this look upon her face and I knew that she was about to be stubborn.
“No, I told you Francis is not your responsibility. You need to be training and going to school. You shouldn’t be worrying about your little sister.”
My mom reached down and picked up my little sister. She let out a wail that reached out and
I continue to whisper and she stares at me as if my voice mesmerizes her. I gather up all the babies’ necessities and place them in her bag. I throw the bag over my shoulder and hold Peanut close to my body. With my free hand I also grab hold of her baby tub. Through all of this moving around, Peanuts snug as a bug, she is content and very observant to be so young.
It’s as if she knew I had nothing, but good intentions. She knew that I would take care of her, I would protect her. I silently, stealthily maneuvered my way down the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. The first thing that I do is lay Peanut down on my king size bed. She doesn’t cry, but small whimpers of protest, of disturbing her safe haven in my arms did present themselves.
“Now listen sweetie, I have to put you down for a few minute, Okay?” She quiets and looks at me as if she actually understood the words I was speaking.
“I need to get you clean and feed you. Can you work with me?”
She kicked her little legs and moved her arms in a jerky motion as if giving me permission to proceed. I arranged everything in my room for easy access. I went into the restroom to fill the baby bath with water and laid out the towel to dry her off after the bath. I checked the bath water twice just to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. I gently place my sister in the little bath. I had to chuckle at her reaction to the bath. I would describe her reaction as a deer caught in headlights, her whole body went rigid. Her legs and arms locked up and she took in a long drawn out gulp of air.
“It’s okay; I need to get you clean. You smell like spoiled milk sweetheart. Once I’m done you’ll feel better.” I talked to her throughout the entire bath, throughout the drying off process, and the redressing. I propped my pillows against my headboard and turned my television on, but turned the volume down low enough that it wouldn’t bother Peanut if she fell asleep, but just enough volume where I could hear it.
I talked to her while she greedily gulped down her bottle. I talked while I burped her. I hummed and gently rocked her until she fell asleep. I looked down at this sleeping child on my chest and felt an overpowering sense of pride, joy, and protectiveness. More than any of the other emotions present, the emotion that overpowered my senses the most was, pure love. Mom found us both asleep in my bed two hours later. I was curled up my side in the fetal position facing my little sister. Peanut was laying on her side, sucking her binky, facing me. My right arm encircled her, creating a tight cocoon of protection around her. Mom rocks my shoulder and whispers.
“Chase, what are you doing home?”
“Sleeping.” Was my smartass remark.
“Chase, I can see that. You were supposed to be at the gym. Dad and I told you not to worry about Francis.”
“Mom, no disrespect, but chill! I’ll make up the training. Go take a relaxing bath or do your hair. For GOD sake do something for you, Peanut is fine.” Mom got this look upon her face and I knew that she was about to be stubborn.
“No, I told you Francis is not your responsibility. You need to be training and going to school. You shouldn’t be worrying about your little sister.”
My mom reached down and picked up my little sister. She let out a wail that reached out and
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