Today, I want to share a personal feeling that hit me deeply. It all started when one of my closest friends visited yesterday, and during our catch-up, she revealed something that shocked me to the core. She confessed that she hadn’t spoken to her brother in 4 to 5 months. This revelation left me pondering how siblings could go for so long without talking. I simply can’t imagine a life without regular communication with my brother and sister.
Even though our lives are busy, and we may live miles apart, I make it a point to reach out to them every day, be it through a video call or a simple audio chat. In our childhood, we shared our lives, played together, had fun, and yes, occasionally got into some little squabbles. But as we grew older, those minor disputes somehow transformed into bigger, ego-driven conflicts. It’s puzzling how our egos can overshadow the love that should naturally exist between siblings.
When it comes to my bond with my brother and sister, it’s a truly pure, sweet, and heart-warming connection, rooted in our shared parentage. Whether your brother is older or younger doesn’t matter; the warmth and love remain the same. I can still vividly remember the day my younger brother entered this world, a memory that’s as fresh as if it happened just yesterday.
I can remember his soft pink skin, those tiny rosy lips, his delicate little hands with those adorable tiny fingers, and his face, partially hidden. The first touch of his velvety skin is an experience I can still savour when I close my eyes. It has been 36 years, but this exquisite memory remains etched in my consciousness.
Now, he has blossomed into a strikingly handsome man, a devoted husband to a remarkably beautiful and nurturing woman, and a doting father to my incredibly endearing and sweet niece. Despite the physical distance and our busy lives, every time we grace each other’s homes with a visit, I treasure those moments deeply. It’s a sense of pride that’s challenging to articulate. He may not always express his love openly or shower me with affection, but his care and unconditional love shine through in the little things he does for me.
After my father, he’s the one I find most responsible—not just for himself but for our family, our household, our cherished mother, our younger sister, and of course me. I make a conscientious effort to reunite with him at least twice a year, and each time I step into his world, I am rejuvenated. It’s akin to a profound reminder of the existence of a divine force. My prayers are perpetually imbued with wishes for his well-being and prosperity, along with an enduring love that binds the three (Me, My brother and my little sister) of us inextricably.
I extend my heartfelt gratitude to the Almighty for bestowing upon me such a remarkable younger brother, my sincere appreciation for my darling little sister, and profound thanks to our parents for instilling in us the values of love, respect, care, and empathy. These values remain unwavering, even when life takes us to different corners of the world, ensuring that no member of our family ever feels isolated or alone.
In closing, remember that no matter how intense the situation or the size of our egos in a disagreement, we must never allow them to overshadow the profound love shared between siblings. It’s crucial to grasp the truth before it turns into a misunderstanding and to resolve any issues through open dialogue. As the ancient saying wisely puts it, siblings are akin to the right and left sides of a person, and without them, life is incomplete. Make it a habit to connect, chat, and if possible, meet, forging beautiful, lasting memories. Above all, let no one within the family experience the loneliness of isolation.