To my Sister

Today is the big day and I am thinking about you. I wonder how you look? Did the gown fit? Were the flowers delivered on time? Would it rain today and wreck the ceremony? Aiyyah!! too much of worries..

Then I thought, may be I will write about you.

Most of my readers know that you were a pest!!!

I was four years old when you were born. Amma didn’t tell me that, she is going to have another baby. I remember going to the hospital with Tante to see you. I was shocked! Mostly because, Maria didn’t want you and I was given the charge to be the Big sister.
When Tante placed you on my lap, I was worried, if I could ever be a good sister. I wanted to be everything that Maria wasn’t! But the shoe was too big to fit me!

I must have failed you a lot of times!

But I do have a lot of sweet memories of growing up with you.
I remember how you taught me English Alphabets each evening, when you came back from school.
I remember all the hide and seek games we used to play.

Then you started to grow taller than me! Aiyyah, I felt so bad every time strangers thought you were my older sister!!( I promise, I won’t feel bad.. if anyone sees us together now and think that you are older than me!!)

Each time Amma butchered my hair, I used to envy your long wavy hair.

I also envied your ability to play all the sports, while I don’t even have the strength to lift a tennis racket..( Remember how much you laughed at me, when I said I joined the club, so I can learn to play tennis.. You are the reason Malaysia lost a world famous tennis player!)

You also drew all the diagrams for me( yeah I know I still owe you the money I promised then for each picture.. But I am sure I paid.. each time you brought your boyfriend home and you made me cook.. I know you were trying to impress your boyfriend.. You wanted the poor guy to think.. this is the food he would be getting once he marries you..So I will not tell him anything…if you stop talking about the money I still owe you)

I want you to know
No matter how we fought, We will always be sisters


No matter how we have fought, we will always be sisters.
Neither marriage nor distance nor children will change
The frictional fondness, part balm and part blisters,
No dawn can diminish nor passion make strange.


Like two trees with their wrestling roots underground,
Fighting for sun while restraining the wind,
By close and protracted proximity bound,
We’ve been shaped by a force that no fate can rescind.


And so it’s with undaunted pleasure that I
Bid farewell to a part of myself, for I know
That beyond the illusions of what, when, and why,
We’ll be together wherever we go

I found the above poem here.
http://www.ashley-wedding-cars.co.uk/wedding-poems/poem-index.htm

So Mr.B. As you hold my sister’s hand and walk down that aisle.. I want you to know
My sister means the world to me. I may not call her, or even write to her. I also never send her any cards on her birthday. I argue with her about everything under the sky.
We may have our differences…we may not be the typical family. But at the end of the day, I love her to bits.
She will always be my sister and I expect you to take care of her!..
Please don’t make her cry.
Here is wishing both of you a very happy life together.
I love you both.