It's really hard to know my sister.
She is quiet, cool, and in some ways quiet unapproachable, which make me misunderstood her for many years.
When i was child, i confirmedly believed that i must be her most hated enemy.
She should have had the whole family's love, she should have had all things she wanted.
But everything changed because of me.
She had to give up the special gifts or the tasteful food just because i like it.
"she hates me!" i thought it when she rejected me to doing my homework, which made me staying up to 3 o'clock.
She smiled when she met me the next morning, she must think i deserve it.
She must hate me so much that she never told me the unhappy things about her.
I didn't know why, i liked to tell her my sad things although i thought she may don't want to hear it.
She was silent when i was speaking, and just said that it's gonna be alright to show she was listening.
I didn't know why would i feel so sad when i saw her tears for the first time, also the last time.
It was not until then did i know her deep love to me.
That's her, always seems to be strong enough to protect me, always love me, in her quiet way.
October 2013
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