Now teens are having unprotected sex. They are being irresponsible not care, they bring a living being into this world when they are economically, mentally and emotionally prepared.
My family is 5 members. My father's name is Luis; he is tall, dark, brown hair, brown eyes, and very serious but with a big heart. My mother's name is Anabella, is a bit taller than me, skinny, white, green eyes, blonde hair and the best mom of all. I have two sisters, one called Luisa and the other is called Cristina, we are all very similar, brown hair, white, high and our faces are very similar. Since I am the smallest I've been the darling for so long, my sisters have always been very close because of the age. One day I thought what if I had a brother who could play with me, and be there for me. Was a desire that always asked for.
Years later a friend of my mom who is a pediatrician had a case about a pregnant teenager, my mom's friend told her about the case, and also commented that she was planning to abort or give it up for adoption. The teenager was too young to raise him and had no money. The teenager was remorseful of his actions but that no longer was useless, the baby was coming. Eventually she had to take care of him. My mother came home, she told my dad and had a serious conversation on the subject, they had what it takes to keep and bring happiness he needed, giving the future that all children deserve.
4 months later, the news of a new family member arrived. We were having lunch at my aunt and my sister could not withstand the urge to tell me that at last my dream had come true, years later but had been fulfilled. We were having a brother and that he would soon be born. My family was very happy and anxious; they began to prepare for arrival.
My brother was called Juan Pablo Mackay Paredes, was born as premature, on December 21st. The only one that saw on his first day was my mom and she described him blond, white, thin, small but with a face of an angel. Everything in life cannot be perfect, that afternoon my mother received a call from the hospital that they had to transfer my brother to the intensive care area. At the time of birth of Juan Pablo their lungs filled with fluid and he could not develop his respiratory system well. The doctors connect my brother to a machine for him to receive oxygen. He was given appropriate medication for his condition and improves. We went to visit him every day. Two days later we received another call; my brother had a problem with his body fluids.
On December 25th I went with my parents to visit my brother at the hospital that day the nurse told us he was very ill and did not know if he could survive. That is how I see him for the first time. I enter that room, my brother was not alone, and there were six more babies. The room was hot, had a strange odor, and did not have much lighting. I've never felt so happy and yet feel so much fear, so much sadness, was a combination of emotions and feelings. My brother was no longer white, his skin tone was yellow, from his eyes, nose and his mouth went out a fluid, and he had a tube to provide him oxygen. I was angry with God because he had sent me my brother but he was taking him away.
On 26 December, the phone rang and I answered was a call from the hospital, we were needed there. That was a cold December night, there were few clouds in the sky and the moon was bright. At the hospital the nurse told us that at 8:00 pm my brother had run into trouble and had stopped breathing. Doctors tried to revive him but could no longer do anything; his time of death was at 8:15 pm that December night. I still remember that we hugged, cried and went home, we all lay down in bed with my parents and saw the movie Happy Feet. The next morning we went looking for his coffin was made of wood, white and small. I remember my mom crying and how sad it was to lose a coveted membership in this family
My little angel <3
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