The joys of being a last born
Growing up in a big family with more than twelve cousins with their parents and four siblings, I never felt the love and the care from my parents and siblings.
At home four of us were almost at the same age which made it difficult for my parents and two sisters and my brother to give me more attention than others.
It was 1995 when my father decided to build another home for his family which consists of my mother, my two sisters, brother, me and himself.
Living in a new home where there is more space for me and my siblings was a life changing environment for me.
I received all the attention and the love as all the youngest in a family do.
When my mother came back from town, I was the one to run to see what was inside the plastic bags that she was carrying.
I knew that my mother would never come home without something special for me such as sweets, chips or biscuits.
I enjoyed the special treatment as no one was competing with me for the attention and the love that my family was giving to me.
What can I say, I think my parents planned it from the start that when the first born was four years old, they will have another child and that was the case until they had their last born which is me.
I still believe that I was that age gap that even my siblings made it their responsibility to ensure that they also gave me their love and the attention at all times.
When my father passed away in 1999 the love and attention from my family increased.
Trust me, even today after giving birth to my baby girl two years ago my family still treats me as a young girl which sometimes I like but I must admit sometimes I don’t.
