I was the first child of 5 girls,
all names starting with the letter “J”
because I guess my mom didn’t mind
being the outcast.

I learned early that time outs on the little 8 step stairway,
were not fun
and you should always share with your sisters.
That even included new birthday presents
like my blonde haired barbie doll
and mini kitchen set.

I’ve held my own little cousin in my arms
when I was 6
and watched as she matured and grew up
to be even taller than me.
I finally understood why adults say,
“They grow up so fast!”

I’ve heard the sound
of grief,
misery,
and tears
when we lost my dearest grandma
4 years ago.
How my mom hid in the darkness of her room
for days,
not wanting to eat,
drink,
or even talk.

Anna,
became my best friend
in the first grade
when we were 6.
Basically my twin,
with identical lives.
Now,
16.
Still having sleep overs
and eating noodles at midnight.

A boy,
The famous running back
who rushed to steal my heart
and scored
but fumbled
leaving me behind
with a torn heart
and an empty hole.

4 little girls,
the sisters that I will always love
no matter what.
Jarisma,
Jaime,
Jasimeen,
Junali.
The biggest brats I know,
but also the with the biggest hearts.

My amazing parents
who work so hard,
who support me in everything I choose.
And the ones that tell me,
“It’s okay, I still love you”
After a breakup.
The ones who do so much for me,
and no matter how much I give back,
it will never be enough.