Around a year and a month ago, my youngest cousin on my dads side was born, and he got named Darius. I remember it like it happened yesterday. After school me and my dad went to the Victoria General Hospital and met him. He was the sweetest thing id ever seen in my life. Obviously half of my family was there and they all had to hold him, but I held him for the longest, until my grandma stole him from me. I remember him being just this tiny little bundle that surprisingly was very quiet. Still to this day I am positive he’s the cutest baby I’ve seen in my life. He only recently got his first hair cut, so he had a year growth of hair. Most babies hair doesn’t get that long in a year but my cousins hair was past his little shoulders. He had so much hair, so much till the point where it was either put in a man bun, braid, slick back, or 2-3 pony tails around his little head. Darius is a very well behaved baby, and very smart, he already has around 6 words he knows.
My favorite days are Fridays because I get to see him after school for usually 5 hours. We hang out the whole time. He’s also very funny, he laughs so much, he finds himself funny. Another one of his personality’s is loving food, he is a foodie. He probably eats better than me. Me and my family have a group chat with everyone in it, and every day a few times a day my aunty send pictures and videos of him, so we still get to see him throughout the week. Recently he started calling me sister in Filipino, because my aunt is from the Philippines. Still, I’m so happy he will call me that because I wish that I had a sibling, and its better than him calling me “Laila”. I love my baby cousin Darius, he’s so sweet and I’m so grateful he was born, but I really don’t want him to grow up, so I need to enjoy him as much as I can.