Charlotte Is Her Name

My baby sister was born yesterday at 5:30pm.  She weighed 6 pounds and 5 ounces.  I am so happy she is healthy and everything went well.

However, at this point I am wondering what my place is in all of this.  Do I go to Buffalo and visit; or do I stay here and wait until my Father and Ann need something from me?  I’m not sure.  I am just now sure how I will react when I see her for the first time.  I am afraid of giving off the wrong vibe.  I am scared that I will cry or, I don’t know, just do something wrong.

I have no idea how I am supposed to feel or act right now.  I was so excited about this for nine months.  And now that she is finally here I am just plain scared.  Scared because I don’t know what a sister is supposed to be like when she is 22 years older than her sibling.  I don’t want to go there and hold her and fall in love with her, and not want to leave her.  I don’t want to resent her either.  I just want to love her, and do what is best for her.

Any comments or suggestions would be much appreciated.

Thank you, and good night all!