“Mom, I didn’t do it! It’s his fault!” or “Nuh huh, she did it!” is the sound of two siblings bickering at each other for yet another pointless reason. I, on the other hand, have never experienced the opportunity to blame my actions on someone else. This someone else being a sibling.

I have gotten used to living the life of an only child, but the many people who wish to be in my shoes do not realize how good or bad it really can be. Yes, I have to admit that having my own bedroom and not sharing many of my belongings is a pretty nice upside. Other than that, the thought of having someone to talk to on a regular basis, besides my parents, seems like a great quality when having a sibling.

My mother, being only 4’11”, was told that having a child would not only put a large risk on her health but her life. Adoption was taken into consideration as my parents soon realized that the risk was way too high for them to have a child of their own.

The doctor never said my mom couldn’t have children, but that she should consider the situation of becoming pregnant. My parents thought about this for a long time, but soon came to a realization that they wanted to start a family. On June 9, 1997, I was born a healthy baby to a family that never thought they could have a child of their own.

I think of my mom as one of the strongest people I know to this day because of what she had to go through 16 years ago. Let’s just say my place in this world nearly took away my own mother’s spot.

The option of my parents to even think of having another child never came up after the conflict that had happened previously. Sometimes, I try to imagine what it would be like to have a sibling, but then I realize, I probably would not have my mom.

To be the one I talk to, or be by my side at all times, my mom is there no matter the situation.