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My youngest sister, Dawn, and I, found ourselves alone at home for the entire weekend. On Friday afternoon mom and dad had left for the countryside to attend the Saturday funeral of a relative, and wouldn't be returning until Sunday night. At nineteen, dawn is the baby of the family and I'm the oldest at twenty five. There is a girl born after me who is already married and living with her husband, and then a boy who lives with us but his job sometimes takes him out of town for lengthy periods of time.

At nineteen, Dawn is legally an adult but my mom doesn't see it that way and is strict in her convictions. To her, along with being over eighteen, you must also either be working or married or have kids and supporting them financially, or paying your own rent for you to qualify for adult privileges. Age alone doesn't count in her book. Dawn is unemployed, childless, attending university and living with parents, so when mom, as she was about to leave the house was asked by Dawn for permission to go to a dancehall reggae concert on Saturday night, the answer was an expected no, with the only exception being if I were also going.

Dawn immediately informed mom that I had already agreed to take her. It was only after mom had relented based on that information which was entirely false, that Dawn hurried to my room and asked me to take her. When Dawn locked her pretty black eyes with mine, pleadingly, I just couldn't say no, although I had a party and a possible romantic hook up already lined up. Dawn happens to be my favourite sibling and I've always looked out for her, so I agreed to take her.

Dawn is like that, a pretty smart kid who thinks fast, usually takes things into her own hands and also takes things in stride; she just naturally knows how to ride waves.

I am not a fan of dancehall reggae, preferring the more classical reggae of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Jimmy Cliff and their peers. I also like the softer Reggae called lover's rock. Dawn also goes for lover's rock, r