yesterday night, i got into an argument with my youngest brother.
it was about something i needed to take a stand as a sister, and not keep silent as i normally would. it was hardly comparable to how fights happened among the siblings; they used to be the most intense sputs ever, but they also haven't taken place in a long long time. 8 years?
for the longest time after, I sat in my room feeling angry and disappointed, wondering if things would ever be the same again. even though it was such a short one, it was also the first argument i ever had with him. 5 years apart, he's my dearest baby brother whom i watched after when we were growing up. i've seen him through some crazy periods in both our lives, seen him fumble, and then pick himself up and seen him grow in greater maturity and measure as a gentleman, and that's something i'm always proud of.
he is one of the few people in this world who really get me. sometimes, it's forgivable that the younger one would naturally take the older one for granted, but our relationship redefines siblinghood. we're in this mutually protective relationship, where i protect him as a younger brother but speak into his life when i feel he needs to man up in silly situations. he protects me by looking out for me whenever we spend time outside and by caring for me deeply.
i will always remember the afternoon that i got baptised, he saw my struggle when i couldn't get papa to support me on my decision, and decided to come along together with jian to support me just because he knew it met alot to me for family to be there.
so after all that happened, I started to question those times that i had guided and nudged him to the path of righteousness. had they been reduced to a breakdown of his values regarding respect and honor?
I laid in my hammock, and nodded off.
a knock.
twice.
it was him, with an apology and explanation about the misunderstanding.
we spent the next few hours, till the the wee hours of the morning catching up about the family, love, and his dreams. words can't describe this melody we launch into whenever we share about each others' lives. it's moments like these when i realise how insanely i love and treasure my family, and it renews that yearning for their salvation.
so zhi taught me a really valuable lesson. love is an honest to goodness sacrifice of our inner struggle for control, and cannot ever be prideful. when there is pride, no way could the experience of a relationship ever reach the standard that God intends for it to be.
thank you for the openness, and for holding what we share to high esteem.
it was about something i needed to take a stand as a sister, and not keep silent as i normally would. it was hardly comparable to how fights happened among the siblings; they used to be the most intense sputs ever, but they also haven't taken place in a long long time. 8 years?
for the longest time after, I sat in my room feeling angry and disappointed, wondering if things would ever be the same again. even though it was such a short one, it was also the first argument i ever had with him. 5 years apart, he's my dearest baby brother whom i watched after when we were growing up. i've seen him through some crazy periods in both our lives, seen him fumble, and then pick himself up and seen him grow in greater maturity and measure as a gentleman, and that's something i'm always proud of.
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| so close we wore matching tops. |
i will always remember the afternoon that i got baptised, he saw my struggle when i couldn't get papa to support me on my decision, and decided to come along together with jian to support me just because he knew it met alot to me for family to be there.
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so after all that happened, I started to question those times that i had guided and nudged him to the path of righteousness. had they been reduced to a breakdown of his values regarding respect and honor?
I laid in my hammock, and nodded off.
a knock.
twice.
it was him, with an apology and explanation about the misunderstanding.
we spent the next few hours, till the the wee hours of the morning catching up about the family, love, and his dreams. words can't describe this melody we launch into whenever we share about each others' lives. it's moments like these when i realise how insanely i love and treasure my family, and it renews that yearning for their salvation.
so zhi taught me a really valuable lesson. love is an honest to goodness sacrifice of our inner struggle for control, and cannot ever be prideful. when there is pride, no way could the experience of a relationship ever reach the standard that God intends for it to be.
thank you for the openness, and for holding what we share to high esteem.
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