A sibling would have been nice, someone to share some moments with while growing up, but my parents were happy with just me. But just before I turned 5, my cousin came into my life, and after that, she has been as good as a sibling to me. Some people still say we’re cousins, and we too acknowledge that now, but through school and college, not a friend we had knew that we were “cousins”. Siblings was an idea I suggested to Bhavya for Day 3 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge in July, knowing she has a brother she loves a lot. And it took just a moment to agree on that topic. We’re doing posts on the same theme each day (like A to Z in April).
UBC DAY 3 – MISSING SOMETHING… (A STORY)
The school diary was on the table.
He opened it. It was her first diary.
But something was missing.
He took it along and asked aunty about it.
She smiled, told him something, but he insisted.
And she wrote it.
He went to his mom and showed.
“Aunty put my name next to ‘brother’. See?”
I wouldn’t agree with anyone who says that blood is important when it comes to a sibling relationship (and trust me, I’ve been told that time and time again). This is just one of many moments I remember when it comes to my sister. I could write a book on these memories, some of which are priceless to me. And to me, every moment matters.
(3rd July 2014)