Good Things Can Come From Bad

I finally get to see my mom after having to sit through school not knowing what was happening. But when I walk in the hospital room there is no baby. From the look on everyone's faces I can tell the news is not good. My neighbor takes me to see where my newborn brother is. I can barely see him through the heavy machinery surrounding him, helping him breath. All I can see is his tiny pink body through the glass. After being an only child for 9 years this is what I was waiting for. Finally someone to play with, but I am not even allowed to touch him. I don't fully understand what is happening. I watch my dad and grandparents wash their hands, put on scrubs and breathing masks over their face. Then they walk into the room where my brother was lying and put their hands through the arm holes in the container so they can touch my brother. They are the only ones who got to touch him while he was alive.

I remember going back to the hospital the day after my brother died. We went into a room where they let my family hold his lifeless body. This was the only time my mom got to hold him and my only opportunity to hold him. I didn't. I couldn't.
About two years later my mom had Liam. It is obvious for everyone to see how much I love him. People always see me holding him, hugging him and just being with him. I passed up the chance of holding my little brother then, I make sure that doesn't happen now. This is why I can't ever let go of Liam. I can't let anything happen to him. I can't let any opportunity pass to hug him or tell him how much I love him. The feelings I felt after losing my first brother has made me love Liam even more. It has made Liam all the more special to me. This is why I believe that good things can come from bad