Jojo:

On the twelfth day of the tenth month ten years ago, my sister was born. On this day ten years ago, I watched Valerie in her baby court. Her eyes were yet to open and she was so small and fragile that I was scared to lay a finger on her. My mother turned over to her with a smile on her face. She looked at me and asked, "she's beautiful, isn't she?"

I nodded my head, eager to have her in my arms, so close to my chest.

"She is mum."

One decade later, my sister was ...