the birth of my little Sister

 SISTERHOOD

I was almost six years old, when on the 20th august 1991, my baby sister was born. The images that I remember are a bit blurry since I could not keep everything into the little brain I had at the time. I don’t remember much of my mother’s pregnancy besides the fact that she was growing big and drank a lot of milk. Well, I did not go to the hospital with mother, so I waited expectantly at home before that tiny being was brought into our home. I heard some noises as my mother was coming in, with a lot of congrats around, most of our neighbours knew she had a baby one or two days before, not sure. But I think it was Thursday, the 22nd august 1991 because I had my sixth birthday the day before. I was a wonderful day, as they brought Eunice home, I held her in my arms not really knowing what I was doing but was ecstatic about that day. 

She was such a beautiful baby with a smile on her face at all time; always fun to play with and laugh. I recall a time when she had chicken pox and kept the most joyous face however unpleasant it was.  I had previously suffered from it and remember hating the way I looked in the mirror; however nothing could have kept my baby sister from a happy glance at her favourite sister. Being brought up with boys I had finally found a doll playmate and someone to share sisterhood with all that comes with it.

Sharing life with a sibling is the most precious gift from above, the main thing that keeps me going is to know that I have someone I can count on and share the silliest details of my life unafraid and unashamed. She is the second girl and the last born, I love her more each day and bless the Lord for bringing her into my life with so much of her personality; yes she is now an adult and thinks for herself. 

She is out on her own now in college and as each day goes by I miss her more and wish we could go back to the good old days where the only worry was probably finishing our homework. I pray that I would be the best sister that I can be to her and cherish her as the little princess (I guess not so little any more!) that she will always be. She is so brilliant and beautiful. Without her, I would have been the only girl in the family (beside my mother of course), and would not have known what is like to a big sister to a girl. A tough job though enjoyable at the same time.

These are some of the memories that I hold dear to my heart, it is the joy of having and being a sister in this day and age, and let me conclude by saying that it is the greatest gift ever!