My father gave a huge smile and said, "Lucas, you will have a brother" and he gave a happy laugh, like making joke of us, because we thought that it could possibly be a disease but actually it would be my brother coming, the brother that I always wanted is finally coming to give me company, even with the large age difference, it would be my company for all my life, I would teach him new things and help him in whatever he needed and try to be the funny brother, someone that he can trust with his life. My mother was very happy too because deep inside her heart, she wanted to have another child. We all knew that it would be a new step, a new life with this new family member coming into our lives. .
After nine months, we're just getting to the hospital called "Promater" on a sunny day with a lot of wind, typically weather for my city, almost a perfect day. Finally the day arrived, the day that we all were waiting for, the day that my brother would come into the world. For some unknown reason the doctor that would perform the birth of my brother was the same who performed my birth nearly eleven years before. We arrived early to the hospital and waited for almost one hour to get my mother in preparation to be called to a room. After she entered a room, with large and wide door, my father and I were alone, we started walking by the hospital to see if we could find any coffee shop, and we notice that the hospital was really clean, a lot of employees were working to keep it in that way. As it was too early, none of the coffee shop were open yet, so we decided to go across the street of the hospital, where there was a restaurant that served breakfast and was opening at that very moment. We stayed there for almost an hour, having conversations about my brother that would be called Luigi, something that we had already set when we discover that it was a boy. We returned to the hospital, and ten minutes after, some people of our family began to arrive there, all too eager for the arrival of this new family member.