A prayer to my only sister
There are genuine moments wherein I kinda dislike my sister, for well, for being my sister. It kinda comes in with the perks of being a middle child. But I can never hate her. We sometimes fight because I used to wear some of her clothes without asking for permission but it is also the same for her. Unconsciously, I kind of liking also the things that she likes. I'm unsure if it's because we have the same taste or I have hidden envy or whatever to her. But regardless, I never received any insulting words or hateful feedback, or distaste. She was one of the calmest people that I know. I sometimes disagree with her thoughts and mindset yet in the end, it's totally acceptable considering that we are two different people, even if we're sisters. I cannot remember the last time we were sweet with each other. The hugs, kisses, I love yous and other types of intimacy are always awkward. We were somehow, maybe accidentally, conditioned to be aloof and unexpressive. Up until now,...