Sisters
Sisters have a real love-hate relationship – maybe “hate” is too
strong a word to use. We’ve seen
it in our two girls where at one moment they could be happily talking, singing
dancing together, but the very next moment, an innocent disagreement can turn
all emotional resulting in tears, long faces and harsh words being exchanged.
Older sister
But love eventually prevails and sibling-rivalry gives way
to sibling-intimacy – a magnetic
force stronger than friendships and classmate bonds. As school-days come
and go, a sister’s love remains always there – either to nurture and grow,
or abuse and possibly lose. Like a flower that could blossom, or
wither and die, depending on the love and care that is showered upon it.
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| Jie Jie came by to give Flower-girl Amber support |
Taking the lead, setting the example, forming the plans and
preparing the alibis. She watches how mummy behaves and takes on some of the
responsibilities such as deciding what food to order, what kind of card to
design – she is also the dance choreographer
and puts together little pieces which they perform in the living room during
special occasions like birthdays. She protects her little sister fiercely and
makes sure no harm comes to her –
although she sometimes feels a sense of irritation having a little “copy-cat” follow her around, but deep in her heart she knows that
she loves her through thick and thin, blood and tears.
Younger sister
Isn’t it
great to have an older sister to look up to? Maybe not always, as it sucks
being bossed around and playing second fiddle is not really that fun. But she feels
comforted, cherished and even cosy and warm with the love and generosity
that is sometimes poured onto her by an older girl, a sister, that cares about
her from the bottom of her heart – even though
her older sister doesn’t
always show it, she knows that she is unconditionally loved, and that she could
do no wrong. She wants to follow in her footsteps, whatever she does, wherever
she goes – her older sister is like an
angel, with amazing talent and knowledge and she wants to be like her, at
least for now, at least for today.
They tie each other's hair, play together, whispering, laughing, giving you weird
looks and you know they are saying bad things about you, or maybe good? It
doesn’t bother me, because this is what was meant to be, sisterhood – I don’t make any effort to interrupt, or thwart
their sneaky murmurs, even if they could be up to no good. These are the things
that bond them, pull them closer together – laying
the cement for the future when childish whispers would morph into serious
discussions about relationships, family, life, and such.