Awaiting the birth of my sister But grandmother delayed her departure for America to wait for my sister, Miriam, to be born. This little happening was a difficult pill for me to swallow. For a while I was farmed out to grandmother's, which I enjoyed. But soon I wanted to see mother. Grandmother tried to calm me by telling me that I was going to have a little brother or a sister. But that made me angrier than ever. I would go into a tantrum, yelling for my mother. Eventually grandmother took me to see mother, who was in bed and next to her was a little bundle which looked like one of our kittens. I didn't pay attention to the kitten. I wanted to crawl into bed with mother. I refused to become reconciled to having a sister and that persisted for a long time!
