My big sister Jackie wore black. Black clothes, black shoes, jet black hair and black lipstick. One morning, I rushed to the bathroom and discovered her in front of the mirror. I stopped short when I saw her facing the mirror with the tube at her lips. Aghast, I said, “Why would you wear that?” She ignored me and admired her smile and pursed her lips in the mirror. As much as I detested the dark color, the contrast of the black against her brown skin thrilled me. I wished I could emulate her style, but I adopted the more conservative approach of my mother, who refused to even let me experiment with red nail polish. At eight years old, I waited until the day I painted red across my nails and envied my sixteen-year-old sister.
Hi Precious! Thank you so much for sharing this. It was difficult to fight the tears as I read it. I remember when Jackie returned to Toledo with her children. I did not know her growing up in church like I knew you and Tiffany, but we connected after she returned. We would talk at church and I would tell her about my cousin who was born prematurely weighing 1 pound 2 oz. Jackie was so sweet and her passing was one of the significant events for me in 2007. Thank you so much for opening up and sharing your memories and Jackie’s story. Love you ❤️
I could not stop crying. Thank you for sharing your experience with us . This was beautifully written.
Hi Precious! Thank you so much for sharing this. It was difficult to fight the tears as I read it. I remember when Jackie returned to Toledo with her children. I did not know her growing up in church like I knew you and Tiffany, but we connected after she returned. We would talk at church and I would tell her about my cousin who was born prematurely weighing 1 pound 2 oz. Jackie was so sweet and her passing was one of the significant events for me in 2007. Thank you so much for opening up and sharing your memories and Jackie’s story. Love you ❤️
Emma,
Wow! This was such a touching story that she shared about your sister. Thanks for sharing so openly. I adore your writing.
Kiara
I do not have biological sisters but something about your story felt familiar.