Sisters

 Sister. What is a sister? Different people have different opinions, to me a sister is a mean, devilish and irritating creature who lives with you in your house and you have to be nice to her as she is part of your family. But this was not always the case, as there was a time when I thought differently. At that time my sister was like the greatest thing in the world to me. I do remember one such moment when I felt that she was the cutest, prettiest, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was three years old and I was just waking up from my sleep. I was also getting ready to ask the same question, I had been asking for the past several months.   

“Mummy, can I hold her?” I knew that there was a fat chance of her saying yes, but I still asked her.                                                                                                                     “Ok. But only for a minute,” replied my mom. I was shocked. I just couldn’t believe my ears.                                                                                                                            “Really! Really! Really! ” I asked to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

      “Yes, and don’t ask me again or I will say no.” I was so happy. It was like I had won a million dollars. Till that time my mom and dad had never allowed me to hold her. They said that I was too small for this job. I was so excited that I couldn’t pay attention to anything my mom was saying on how to hold the baby. Finally the moment arrived when I got to hold my baby sister. First my mom asked me to calm down and made me sit cross-legged on the bed. Then she picked my sister from her crib and placed her on my lap. Her soft, delicate, small body was in my arm and she smelled like sweet, fresh, wet flowers. It was a great moment, as I felt like a big, strong, grown up boy, although I was just a little kid.                                            

     “Do you want to feed her?” asked my mom.

      “Yes! Can I? Can I? Can I?” I was very excited. My dad gave me a bottle of milk and my mom helped me in feeding her. She opened her mouth and sucked the bottle greedily. After she finished her milk, she opened her eyes and gave me a big smile as if she’s thanking me.  

      Now it is a different story. She never gives me a smile and “thank you”, forgets it. She does everything that bothers and irritates me. I have no privacy. She is there all the time. Though, my sister has no respect for me now, there will always be a moment about her that I will never forget.