I used to hate my sister so freaking much. I had no idea why was it not enough for my parents to just have a daughter, instead of two. I used to wish to live all by my own, having all Barbies in the entire world without sharing a play with someone, choosing any meal I wanted without letting the young made the first choice and most of all, I wanted to live in peace without being interrupted by the mess others made.
Nevertheless, as I grew up the
hatred was lessen, because there are no more Barbies that I wanted to play
with, there is no more meal that I wanted more over other meal and I could
create my own peacefulness in any circumstances. I let my parents and sister
decided whatever they wanted me to do. I’ll be super acceptance to
whatever their choices are. My adolescence was over and the entrance to adulthood
couldn’t be more obvious. I was no longer find a reason to keep the hatred,
thus it’s vanished.
As I turned 22 recently, I
received a love letter from this little shit. I started to cry. I stopped
crying just to start another round of tears. I know I should’ve not hated an
innocence.
Malang, 11/02/2018
Dear my favorite
human,
I couldn't be any
happier to have you in my life.
I could sing and
dance on this pathetic life is because of you.
I couldn't be here as
myself if you're not there by my side.
I could know what is
wrong and right is because of you.
Do you know what?
I believe in
everything that you do is gonna bring you good.
Just remember that
I'll always be here to cry like a baby with you,
to chill like a cool
kid with you, to rock the shit in life like a pro with you.
I'll always be here
as your little sister who you can rely on.
Happy birthday!
Love,
Opik