The Day I Met My Sister
By Payton Baker
I'll never forget the day I met my sister. She was adopted from Ethiopia. I waited almost three years to meet her, and on July 4th, 2013, I finally got to. My family and I were overjoyed.
Before we brought Ellie home, we adopted a baby girl named Addie, but she didn't get to come home. We felt sad that we lost Addie, but we got to adopt Ellie instead. I was so glad we didn't lose Ellie too.
I didn't go to Ethiopia. I got to stay at my Mimi and Grandaddy's house. I missed my parents a lot while they were gone, but I had a lot of fun. Some mornings, Mimi fixed me delicious eggs for breakfast. I got to play with the Barbies that belonged to my mom and Aunt Angie when they were my age. I got to sleep on the big bed in the yellow playroom.
One day, Mimi and I got out two big poster boards and some colorful markers so I could make posters for my parents and sister. Other people in my family made posters too.
I couldn't wait until the day my parents and sister would be home. I waited and waited and waited some more. Finally the day came, so Mimi, Grandaddy, and I hopped in the car and drove to the airport.
My enormous family was at the airport! My cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends were all there.
Then I saw my parents and sister and ran super speedy like a rocket. I hugged my parents really tight. My mom cried with tears of joy. My sister was so tiny and cute. I kissed her on the cheek. A photographer was at the airport to take pictures so we could remember that day. Today we have the pictures on the wall, and I love to look at them.
I still have the bad memories of losing Addie, but I have the good memories of meeting Ellie. That was one of the best day of my life which I will never forget. My family and I loved meeting Ellie and becoming her family.
