true story #2

i have a sister.

her name is siti sarah.

this is a picture of us when we were kids.

siti sarah and i are two different people.very very very different. you know, if you have siblings, u might have the feeling of unsatisfactory for each other. right? but just now i found something that literally touched my feelings. siti sarah has a facebook account and i never opened it. then just now i opened it and i read her "about me" section.

siti sarah and me are totally different. ok, use your imagination.if i could construct a pie chart right now,

by the title of : TIME SPENT BETWEEN ME AND MY SISTER ,

30% of the pie chart represents : FIGHTING

70% of the pie chart represents : STAY MINDING OUR OWN BUSINESS IN OUR OWN ROOMS.. 

there's no such term of one-on-one-brother-with-sister time with her. i never talked about her personal things. i never asked her about the problems that she's facing in her life. i never consulted her how to get through those problems.

because i also have problems with my life but,

she's different.

she needs help.

she needs extra attention.

i'm so grateful because i had stopped my cherish life at 13,if you know what i mean. but she was 9 at that time. too young to carry so much responsibilities. i never blamed God of what happens in my family. just so you know, on no soul does Allah place a burden greater than it can bear. i never thanked her of what she had done for this family when i was away, taking care of ayah and ibu. and bear all the chores that supposed i was the one who need to do all those things.

thank you sarah.

hopefully she'll discover me having this blog and know that i wrote this entry for her. 


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wait, if she discover this later soon, she'll barely understand this! Oh gosh. hopefully her english is so good enough as long as she understands the important parts.