I was walking somewhere from work and suddenly, this thought came to my mind. It was not linked to my work nor do I have much to do with it these days, or so I plan to keep it that way. It suddenly bothered or worried me. Not that this sister of mine has not made me or my whole family worry countless times. You see to be exact I have four other sisters but my youngest or my little sister has made a name for herself in my family or line of ancestors. She is different in her ways, thoughts and conversations. In my simple point of view, I think she is spoilt beyond repair. When little, I always adored and cared for her. But when you get to know her nature in adolescence, you wonder if she was ever that cute bubbly girl you were proud of. I told myself that she needs to realize how spoilt she is and that no one is going to help her if she doesn't help herself. My other sisters agree fully and none of us want to take the responsibility in helping in her future.
Today I received an email from her stating that she would rather go to Japan for her undergraduate studies. It was always her dream and now, she feels that she should really take the chance since it seems difficult to try for the more popular western education. When I first read it, I was disappointed that she would rather choose some place far than try to go where her sisters are. Then, telling myself that she was never close anyway, I snuffed it off my shoulder as to let-her-be. I then got busy with other things until that walk when I was alone. I realized that I could not let someone from my family be so far again. I wanted her to come to where my other sisters and I were. So that we could watch out for her. So that she would not be lost forever oceans apart. I realized blood is indeed thicker than anything. No matter how heartbroken we have been to know who she is, and how many things there are of her that I hate (truly hate), I cannot exclude the fact that I do care for her. I never knew I could feel this way. And when I say, I have a sister, it is because she is important to me.
Today I received an email from her stating that she would rather go to Japan for her undergraduate studies. It was always her dream and now, she feels that she should really take the chance since it seems difficult to try for the more popular western education. When I first read it, I was disappointed that she would rather choose some place far than try to go where her sisters are. Then, telling myself that she was never close anyway, I snuffed it off my shoulder as to let-her-be. I then got busy with other things until that walk when I was alone. I realized that I could not let someone from my family be so far again. I wanted her to come to where my other sisters and I were. So that we could watch out for her. So that she would not be lost forever oceans apart. I realized blood is indeed thicker than anything. No matter how heartbroken we have been to know who she is, and how many things there are of her that I hate (truly hate), I cannot exclude the fact that I do care for her. I never knew I could feel this way. And when I say, I have a sister, it is because she is important to me.
