December 9th 1985 Julie and I got to skip school and go to Breakfast with our Dad. Mom was in the hospital and around noon we found out that we had a sister! She was cute, and chubby. I was certain that we were given the wrong baby because she was dark red and had lots of dark hair. I liked her, but I was worried. I thought she was a little Mexican baby. I was 7. Happy 23rd Birthday Molly! Hope you have a great day and we will see you Sunday!