My Nephew Was Born

Nghiep Truong
ENG-111-38
Prof. John Fiske

My nephew was born. The last time I went to Vietnam, which was my sister-in law gave birth. It was about fifteen months ago. I still remember the feeling in the first time I saw my little nephew. My family went to visit my grandmother’s house except my brother and his wife stayed home. It was about four hours driving from my town. After the dinner meal; suddenly, my brother called me and said his wife went to hospital because she travailed. His voice showed extremely worried because this is the first time he was a father. I ran right away to my mom from the back yard, and I fell down because of mud on the ground. Unfortunately, we couldn’t leave because my dad was drinking with other uncles and some neighbors. My brother said he could handle this situation. We had to wait until tomorrow to see my nephew. My mom was extremely strain, restlessness, and she kept walking around in front of me and my sister. She constantly prayed for my sister-in law and her nephew. My brother called us like every single time. We couldn’t sleep until the last call he told us his wife and son was born safely and completely healthy. We felt like we were dropping off a thousand pound dump-bell, and we had climbed to the mountain. We left my grandmother’s house at five in the morning and we arrived at the hospital at ten because of the traffic. My whole family was so exciting to see my nephew because he’s our first nephew ever. We got into my sister-in law’s room. It was nice room with two beds, a salon, and absolutely a baby’s bed. My sister-in law’s slept on the bed with a pink hospital’s dress. My brother was sleeping on another bed. I saw he smiled while he slept. I told my mom and us all laughed. He woke up, and his smile still on his face. He told us he wouldn’t forget when the first he saw his little angel, and the feeling quietly as he was walking on the clouds. I could see his happy face. We asked where he is. He told the nurse took him to clean. Someone knocked the door, and I opened it. The nurse held and put him into the bed. The nurse told us please be quiet because he was sleeping. I stepped softly to my nephew’s bed. He was so tiny and adorable. My feeling was breaking when the first time I saw his smile while he slept. Suddenly, he woke up and cried out loud. I thought that everyone in this hospital could hear it. Immediately, my brother and mom came over it and picked him up, and she looked very competently. I forgot she have already raised three kids. She knew the way to make him stop crying. I asked her to let me hold him, and she accepted. He was tiny in my arms, and I felt I would fracture him easily if I carried him too tightly. When I kissed him, and his smelled like milk and baby powder. It was so sweet, and I couldn’t stop kissing him. My sister turned now. These memories I will never forget it. Even I’m living far away from him but now I can watch him grow up every day from the videos that my sister sent to me.