by Christina Rivas

Created on: September 03, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

While trying to decide what topic to write about for my last project, the answer practically fell into my lap. I was going to write about the bond of sisterhood. My inspiration was a yearly trip taken by the women in my family, on my mother's side.

The tradition started the year after my grandfather passed away. The women of the family decided that they needed to devote more time to each other. My aunt Lucy owned a cabin and so she suggested that the women get together, out at her cabin for 2 or three days out of the year.

We all agreed, we thought that it would be the perfect way to spend some quality bonding time with one another. The only rule when we went out to the cabin was that there were not men allowed.

So the tale that I am about to tell you is that of the Lima Sisterhood. It all started with Maria Louisa Lima my grandmother, and her three daughters. The eldest is my aunt Lucy. The middle daughter is Julia who is my mother, and last but certainly not least the youngest sister Louisa.

They shared everything with one another, their hopes and dreams and aspirations. There was nothing that they kept from one another; their bond of sisterhood brought them closer than ever.

Every year we would take those three days, when all the women of the family and their children would spend together at the cabin. Being at my aunt's cabin was the time when we women would get to pamper ourselves. We would have deep and meaningful conversations, joke laugh and sign Karaoke.

There was one year however that the trip to the cabin, had an even deeper meaning behind it. Earlier in the year my grandmother had passed away, this time we made the trip in her honor.
We knew that she would have wanted us to continue the tradition of the trip to the cabin. The atmosphere was definitely a somber one at first.

We spent our day reminiscing about the things we loved most about her. The second day was a little better; we were able to laugh about some older stories of previous trips with her. There were still plenty of tears, runny noses and crumpled tissue paper. However along with those, there were also smiles to break them up.

Everyone at the cabin that year agreed that it had been a good idea to carry on the tradition in her honor. We also agreed to keep it going, we did and still do. There have only been a few years when I myself have not made the trip.
One of those missed trips was when I had my first child Kylie.

The next time that a trip was planned, I jumped at the chance to bond with my

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