A Brother

I remember being five and the loud desperate cries of my five-month brother as they echo through the hallway calling my name. I would stand by his crib singing sweet lullabies, Duermete mi niño. His crib squeaking as it rocked side to side. I remember his soft skin as I held his tight fist. I usually sat in the dark waiting for his big brown eyes to say good night. I remember the taste of breast milk on my lips after kissing his forehead. Sometimes I would fall asleep by his blue crib and my mother would have to walk me back to my room and tuck me in. I was not a baby anymore I would tell her so she wouldn't have to stay by my side. I remember being five and proud to be a big sister.