It's September! It's my sister's birthday month! She's the best sibling one could ask for, so here's a post dedicated to her. While I sing her praises, I'll also be sharing some photos we took during our family vacation in Phuket earlier this year.
My sister is an expressive soul. Since young, she has been going above and beyond to affirm me that I'm being loved. She demonstrates all five love languages consistently. To begin with, her hugs are always warm and tight.
We used to spend time together playing Barbie dolls, watching American dramas, and playing games. Even though we don't meet each other frequently anymore, she would still pamper me with all sorts of trinkets, snacks, and useful daily items from time to time.
My sister is a firm believer that a clean house helps prevent diseases, so she cleans her living and working areas diligently. When we stayed together, I had the ease of mind knowing that I would always go home to a squeaky clean space.
On top of that, she's an attentive listener. She patiently listens to all my yapping and often accurately identifies the root causes of my dilemmas. For me, she's that wise owl that sits quietly on the tree, observing everything but not commenting rashly. When she finally speaks, her hoots carry weight and pierce through the darkest of night.
Of course, I don't agree with what she says every time. In fact, I don't really agree with how she lives in general. If life were a simulation game, I would be on easy mode while she was peddling hard on harder than hard mode. I find her striving for perfection and self-attainment maddening yet endearing. Nevertheless, I mostly adore and admire her for how far she has come and how much she has changed.
When I think of my sister, I think of her as a champion. She has triumphed over loneliness by working abroad for nearly a decade without any family support. She has triumphed over the ugly crave for revenge by constantly having hope in humanity and the world despite the anguish she suffers.
It's too corny to regard my sister as my role model. We ain't school children writing an essay for a class or an exam no more. I'll just say that my sister has heavily influenced me during my teens, and I hope I can keep her in my life for as long as possible. The thought of growing old can be scary sometimes. Knowing that there's someone who has known me since birth somewhere out there just a phone call away makes me feel better.
Happy birthday in advance, my beloved sister. May God continue to bless you with good health, safe journeys, plenty of happiness, and just the right amount of wealth.
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