TRUE-LIFE On the sundrenched beach, my big sister and I wiped away tears of laughter.
‘I can't breathe,’ Marlene howled.
‘Me neither. I've missed you so much,’ I beamed.
It was June 2014 and Marlene, then 46, and I had spent the day reminiscing on our trip to Saint Catherine, Jamaica.
A holiday that would become an annual trip.
We'd grown up there you see, until Marlene moved to London aged 22.
In those days, we weren't so close.
I married Joseph, on Christmas Day 1999. By then, our daughter Latoya was 10 and our son Leonardo was a year old.
Marlene had a busy life for herself in the UK, where she had a job and friends.
It was Mum's death in 2000 that had brought us close again.…
