Everyone has had an event that has changed his or her life. Mine was the birth of my little cousin, Connor. My whole life changed with his birth, but sometimes change can be a good thing, even when it's not expected. When my Aunt Kileen and Uncle Todd first told all of us that they were having a baby I was full of emotions. I was happy and sad at the same time, because I saw my aunt and uncle as my second parents, and they thought of me as their own child. I would go to their house every day and most times even sleep there, I basically lived with them because my mom had night shifts at work and there was no one at the house to watch me. Now my whole life was going to change and I wasn't sure if I was ready. Back then, I did not know what a positive impact this event would have on my life. When Connor was born I could not stop smiling. There, in the bed, was this little "creature" my aunt and uncle called their son. Not until I picked him up did I feel the weight of his life on my hands, and the weight of the effect I would have on him. I immediately felt I had more responsibility, and I was ready to do anything for my little cousin. To make things even more special my aunt and uncle asked me if I wanted to be his godfather, of course I said yes not only because it's pretty cool to be called a godfather but because that was my little buddy who I to this day see as my own brother that I love more than anything. I felt like I had an obligation to look over him and protect him, and that's what I did.
My whole family took care of him, even their two dogs' Browser and Zoey, and life was somewhat peaceful during those first few weeks. When my aunt went out for the first time in months and I had to look over Connor, I fed him a bottle, and although he spit up most of it and only drank a few drops, it was just as satisfying for me as for Connor. I was there when he rolled over for the first time, and I was there when he took his first steps.
