I’ve been a single child till 9 years of my life and then one morning in Early November, I became a sister ! like most elder sisters I was elevated to adulthood in a day ! My parents expected me to be responsible, since I was an elder sister! They expected me to do things by myself and step in when they were unavailable to take care of the little one. I enjoyed being called the elder sister! The first few years passed and I became habituated in sharing my everyday with my sibling!
Then one day when my little sister called me for the first time as ‘Didi’ I remember the sheer joy I felt. Then the day she went to preschool, I felt proud! When she got her straight ‘A’ s in the exams, I felt proud like I was her mother. Well, to tell you the truth being a sister is like a run at how being a mother would feel.
Siblings, whether brother or sister or both become a part of us! They become our pillars of support, our best friends, our protectors, our partners in crime, and sometimes our parent too. In my family my sister became the youngest, she was one of those children who, despite growing in age wanted to stay a child.
I remember one day especially when she was taken to get her ear pierced. It’s really a simple task and we women in India go through it once in our lives. I remember when I was young and was taken to a hospital. The nurse put me on a stretcher and asked me to sit, facing her ! My mom promised me candies if I would not cry , so i was determined that I won’t ! I remember the nurse applying a kind of antiseptic liquid on my ear lobes and then using a sterilized needle to do the piercing. Thinking about me now amazes me how I could not cry and sit there while she did one ear and then the other. I took the lesson from this and suggested that my sister got her’s done at a good salon with special piercing guns.
She went to the salon, sit there while they applied some local anesthesia and then used the gun to pierce the earlobe. It was a 2 minute deed but I remember having tears in my eyes when I saw her face turn red with pain (even through she had been anesthetized locally) . That was the first time I saw myself feeling pain for my sister!
It took me many more such instances to understand that I love my sister more than a sibling and almost like my own child! I feel hurt when she’s hurt, i feel pain when she fails in anything she does! That moment when I saw her in the cradle next to my Mom’s bed where mom was smiling is one of the best moments of my life!
Take a Look at the Scrapbook I’ve made for my Sister !