My sister is on her way back to the US this evening. We accompanied her to the airport, but we didn’t stay long – just enough for us to have a couple of group hugs and have our picture taken. I have no idea when we would see each other again, Facetime aside, but I’m really hoping that I’d get to visit her and my niece (and some of my friends) in the US in two years.
The past few days, we tried to spend as much time as we could with each other. Finally, we became close as sisters could ever be, sharing confidences over good food, sleeping late into the night, catching up. It was an answered prayer for me, yes, but I didn’t expect that it would only come around after the death of our father, although we have started to get close to each other long before she first left for the States.
I remember my sister always giving me candies as pasalubong whenever she got home from school when I was a toddler. I remember admiring her so much when I was in elementary because she was smart, pretty, and classy, and my friends would also say so. (Plus, none of my friends had an older sister as mature and lovely as her!) When she became a mother, I decided that her firstborn would be my young buddy, treating him like a baby brother, always looking after him, and that’s exactly how it turned out, I guess. (Which was why I was so heartbroken when I found out that he was wed secretly, in a shotgun wedding, that is.)
Of course, it wasn’t always well and sweet between my sister and me. There were times when I really disliked her and I would be disillusioned, thinking that my role model had turned into a monster! I would envy my friends then who were always with their sisters as well as parents who were able to raise their daughters to be so close to each other. And then I would be surprised to find out that our relationship was just like theirs – not always nice and comfy.
I love my sister and I wish her all the best. She’s not perfect, she wasn’t always there for me, she would even be the first to criticize me at times. Deep inside, however, I know that she cares for me and would try to protect me from my enemies. Most of all, she would always pray for me.
If there’s one thing or two that I am grateful for my sister, that would be 1) she helped me get closer to God by bringing me to a Christian church, 2) she helped me realize my gift in teaching, and 3) she convinced me that I can take care of our father in his old age. (Okay, that makes it three.)
What about you? Do you have a sister? What are the things that you like to do together?