By the time we were done talking, we'd thought of at least a million things my new brother or sister could do with me, and I was ready to be a big sister.

But this morning, my dad's eyes were red when he woke me up. He said, "Emma, there's something you need to know about the baby." Then he said that Isaac had been born with something called Down syndrome. I guessed I knew what that meant. "Isaac won't be able to play kickball with me."