Ever wondered

A few days ago, right after I talk with my older sister I pause and wonder what would life be without any brother and sisters. Okay let me push back to my older Golden years when I was a little kid.

My childhood is quiet blurry to me ( I guess it’s the agony of being poor ) that I somehow tried to push away all those struggling years. The one thing that I clearly remembered about my older sister is how big and mature she was when we were growing up. She was the only one in the family that could have an adult conversation with my mother. I use to remember her in the six grade and I was in Primary 1. How big and mature she was , how she use to line up to buy me Mak Marri noodles and Ice cream and how she would attend to me every recess time. How Acca and her use to treat as if I am a baby and pinching my cheeks saying how cute I am. ( no wonder I got big cheek nowadays).

At home my Oldest sister use to tend to our needs the younger sibling like teaching us how to read and write, bathing us and how she would cover all our wrong indulgent. I guess she is more towards our second mother rather than our sister because she would always take the blame for the wrong doing that we did. I use to be praise her for the great things that she accomplished like being one of the most cleaver person in her class and having to top the primary 6 exam for the whole school although we have only one primary 6 class for the whole school but my sister would always excel as compared to me.

Then, when she goes to secondary school , I clearly remember running to catch the bus every afternoon right after she cames back to greet her , waiting for either our sweets or the quey teow from the tuch shop back then. One good thing about my mother was , she would always ask us to run after the bus every time my sister came back from school everyday and that’s normal for us when we were growing up. How I would cry every night soon after my mother send them to stay with my Aunties in Tawau, and looking forward for the weekend when I could visit them at my Aunties house in Tawau. Then comes the nursing in Kota Kinabalu , how the whole family felt so proud of her when she got the offer. I remember going to the airport with the van along with the Perez to just send my sister to the airport coz at that time it matters. How every Christmas my sister would go home with all these presents to us , even after now finding out how hard it is for her to budget her money with only the small allowance she got tru nursing. I remember my brother want to buy his football shoes and she wrote to my sister about it and somehow she would send some cash back home, even with the little money she had. For someone who have less , she gave so much and guess what she still gives to us until now.

So, what would my life be without my sister, I guess a lot. I guess my sister thought me about life, appreciating life , honoring life and most of all to be a survivor. That’s why when my friends see me talking to my sister on the phone , they would be amaze with how much enthusiasm we talked . How my Nephew and Nieces would say , we are a crazy bunch coz we can laugh on top of our lungs about our golden days and our present days . So if you ask me how much amour I have for my sisters , words cannot tell how much I love my siblings.