September 6, 1991 a baby girl was born.
April 8, 1993 a baby boy was born.
April 16, 1998 a princess was born.

My brother and sister would probably say a brat was born,
but I think princess is more suitable.
I am the youngest.
I am the baby.

My sister was the test trial,
my brother could get away with murder.
But me, I’m just a spoiled princess.

Growing up,
we would roll around in the mud just like little piglets.
My Barbies were sacrificed and decorated with belts of firecrackers.
Pieces of Barbie's body strung across the yard,
just to have a minute of bonding with the big kids.

Now,
we are all grown up.
My brother and sister are fighting for our freedom.
I am waiting to become a nurse.
One day all of us will have saved lives.

Flashbacks consume my mind,
most often when I’m trying to sleep.
I am suffocated with memories
stacked like bricks on my chest.

What I’d give
to go back
and enjoy each and every day
a little bit more.