When I grew to fight, you were my first enemy.
When I learnt about flaunting, your dresses were my wants.
When I desired about pastries, your piece was always much
tastier over mine.
And so I played my pranks, I fought with you to the fullest,
I snatched all your brand new dresses; I gulped my piece of cake and cried for a
share in yours.
Eventually, you grew “taller” as my strength, “sharper” in
handling my tantrums and “stronger “as my support. We never drank Horlicks, yet
you got it all! All that made you so perfect for me.
Besides the big you, I was blessed to have many little ones like an icing on my cake.
But my dear little ones,
I never felt guilty for missing my workout; because you all made sure I compensated it big time. The Barbie’s dress up, kitchen doings, Kung fu fights, pillow fights … oh oh oh my littles ones!! You hold the complete credibility for my creativity. Thanks to you guys for helping me make a paper boat with my question papers in my grad. Of course my lecture when crazy after that: p
I completely own it to you guys for what I am today by nature. You are the ones who showed me to smile and smile bigger, play and be playful, love and spread love. Every time I am lost, I always run back to you my dear little ones. I am inspired, inspired to re-live life Queen Size.
I wish you all raise high off the shore. But pray to keep routes of our association deep within. Separated by distance, yet connected at hearts.
My sisters, I am soulfully by you!
P.S: This post is in dedication to all sisters J also for all those, who miss having sisters J
this is too good :) awesome writing sweetheart :)
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