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By Raquel Lynne
I was born on the 25th of October in 1968. I came quite late in my parents’ lives—for there were already four girls, with the youngest being 12 years older than me.
I grew up much like the only child. What teenage girl wants to play with her infant sister? My memory isn't the best, but what I do remember are like lightning flashes, quick bursts that leave as quickly as they appear. I grab a hold of as many as possible when a strike occurs.
My sisters had children that were my age. We had more of a sibling relationship than anything. As the oldest, I felt it my duty to protect and love my nieces much like an older sister. Now whether they saw me like that, I have never asked, but my love and devotion for them ran deep.
One of my strongest memories of them is of the goat whom we saved from being slaughtered. The goat was for the curry goat served at a yearly reunion my father and his Jamaican family held. Boy, did we put a wrench in that plan. We named the goat “Goatie” and were allowed to keep him as a pet in the barn on my parents' property.
I think of the three of us now, all grown up with a family and children of our own. Unfortunately time has put distance between us, but I know the memories that are contained within us live on in conversations and personal giggle moments, when a flash of memory strikes.
I received a beautiful note from one of my nieces the other day which read “an auntie’s love lasts a lifetime.” It sure does. I am proud of my nieces, my girls. They have grown into amazing women and mothers.