I especially remember the Christmas time in 1995. It was Christmas Day. I was 6 years old. I was playing when suddenly the phone rang. My grandfather picked it up. It was my father who announced to us that my brother had been born! I already had a sister ,but he was the first boy in the family. We went to see him quickly. I was very excited and I’ll never forget the moment when I met him.
After a few days, my mother and my brother, called Rubén, came home. Everybody visited them. As a result, I was a little jealous because the people didn’t pay attention to me. I would have liked to play with him but I couldn’t do it as he was very small.
My parents and I went shopping, but they bought lots of things for my brother. It was incredible! I was the eldest daughter and there wasn’t anything for me. I thought it would be a fantastic day because I would love to listen to some carols and look at how the streets were decorated, yet it wasn’t like that.
On 5th January, my parents and I used to see the parade. I had written the letter weeks before and I put it in a mailbox because my parents had forgotten to do it. That night I went to bed early expecting The Three Wise Men to arrive, although I thought they wouldn’t remember about me either. The next day I woke up very early and I couldn’t have imagined there would be so many presents for me! We opened them and I played with my new toys.
Nowadays I think my brother was the best Christmas’ present since that holiday would have been very different it he hadn’t been born.
Soraya Suárez González 1st Advanced Level