When I made my arrival into this world on a chilly December afternoon, my sister Annie was 5 years old. Faded videotapes document her dashing down the corridors of the hospital with a gap-toothed grin stretched across her face, hollering, “Where’s my baby sister?
I want my baby sister!” From the moment I was born, my life was changed irrevocably by Annie, in the way that my parents’ lives were changed when they found out that their firstborn child had Down syndrome.
I’m 17 now and with time has come the maturity and perspective that has allowed me to gain a clearer understanding of my relationship with my sister for all that it is, in its blessings and its challenges.
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