Her way of life made me wonder, "Why didn't I think of that before?". She makes clutter seem tidy, dust seem cleanly and hard seem easy. Despite everything she have been through in life, yet her charming smile never fail to help others. Well, what does not kill you makes you stronger, right? She is my solid support system I thank God for everyday. I have, as it were, the greatest sister on this planet.
They call us twins, but we are not. Her four square glasses above her raisin eyes tore our resemblance apart, and her height made it seem like I am the elder sister. But I did not mind at all, it was fun being the taller one. Much to my believe, her habit of eating basically anything at all made her cheek chubbier and her body, curvier. Certainly she does not plan to hit the gym anytime soon because according to her, it will never work out.
What makes her my inspiration? I remember she told me once, "Every answer has its question but not every question has its answer." But to this, it is a whole different story. It is merely impossible to put it in words better yet sentence. What she goes through in life is way complicated because sometimes, things are harder than you thought, deeper than it seem and larger than it is. Till today, not a single regret was felt and all she does is thank God for the life she have given. What is the point of crying over spilled milk when you have better things ahead of you?
She was over the moon when I step into this world seventeen years ago. She knew exactly what her duty was and since then, she took care of me whenever I am sick. Goes through lengths to protect me from getting yelled at by my parents. Compose a tactful silence if ever I got caught. Manage to teach me additional maths although she have forgotten half of it. And, last but not least, advising me and guiding me.
It have become a challenge when I grew slightly older and matured. All the playing games or stealing each others toy begin to fade away and now all that is left, is guiding me towards making decisions in life. Never knew that one day I would lay beside her in her room and slowly queried, "What should I do?" and as always, she would advice me. However, there is times where my stubbornness creep in and refuse to cooperate and, as expected, I would regret not listening to what she have to say. It have always been this way since there is things I feel uncomfortable to dwell on it with my parents.
A few impression stand out vividly from the first time I felt moved by her. My father summons me to the room and told me everything what my sister have said. Becoming a doctor or a lawyer have always been my father's choice, and still is, until my sister successfully changed him from hindering my success, in something I love about. "She is more of a creative person instead of 'by the book', let her be what she wants and trust me, she will succeed in life." That brought tears to my eye. In order, therefore, not to be emotional I remain nonchalant and still in disbelief that my sister, the one who tease me, slaps me occasionally, refuse to talk to me for days and fights with me would be the one to turn my dreams into reality.
Being two years elder than me never distance our relationship, instead it brought us closer. Never mind her hectic schedule, she will always be there for me whenever I needed her. At first, I thought writing about her was going to be a difficult task but somehow, it felt right. She knows me better than I know myself, my strength and weaknesses, laugh at TV shows together, share the same dream, dance to the same song and even love the same band. She is not just my sister, she is my best friend and I love her to death.
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