My little cousin, Giancarlo was born on April 8, 2008. Ever since the day he was born i became so attached to him. I was there when he was held in my aunts arms. Although he is my cousin, he still holds a very big piece in my heart. Every time he sees me, he runs and hugs me. Which makes me feel special. I have became closer to him ever since I started changing his diapers. I know, a bit icky but that was my duty. At first it grossed me out, but then I was like"if I have to do it to my kids when I grow up, then might as well get some practice." After a period of time doing it, I wouldn't mind. Besides he is just a little boy.
Now that he is two years old, it has been quite hard seeing him grow up. I just wish that he would remain as a little baby forever. After not seeing him for about a week or so, it breaks my heart. Not hearing him scream "ia ia" or shout "ela" (which means abuela), for a long time feels like my world is turned upside down.
Not long ago, he had a "semi-seizure" which devastated all my family, especially me.It was around one in the morning, when we were just falling asleep. When all of a sudden we receive a phone call from my uncle who was screaming "Jazmin, my son is dying!". The moment i heard my uncle telling that to my sister, my entire body froze. I did not know how to react, i began to pray and ask God for his mercy and for him to do his miracle in my little cousin.
Hours later, my sister called home from the hospital and gave us the "news". Everything was okay. The baby was all better but still had a fever. We immediately thanked God for taking care of my cousin as he went through the situation.
Now that I see him, all growing up into a big boy, I cry tears of joy because if it wasn't for God, who knows if Gian would still be by my side. I am just so blessed to have a cute little cousin like him. He will always be my "caillou"