When my brother was born:

I'm the oldest, and on my last day of being an only child, me and my parents went to a baseball game. And about halfway through the game my mom started going into labor, and at that point, my dad was getting food and we couldn't find him, after about 30 minutes we finally found him and we went to the hospital, this was a Saturday and my mom's doctor wasn't there that day so we had to wait until the next day, and that night me and my dad shared a twin-sized bed on the side of the room, and my dad snores..... LOUD so I didn't sleep, and in the morning my mom's doctor had to go to church, so we had to wait AGAIIINNNN, and when he finally got there I had to go sit in the waiting room with all of my grandparents and we waited for about 3 hours until my dad went and got me. I went in there and held my brother, but about 2 minutes in, he realized that I was not my mom and he started screaming, and that's when I realized I shouldn't have asked for a sibling. The End.