Blood
Mar 04, 2008 - 14:07 PM PST
Lets talk about something I have never ever been able to express to anyone.I hope I could tell this story in a befitting way.
My sister.The Estranged Sister.
Our fallout began almost a year ago.The day she ran away from our grandma's house up north back to the city.It was very obvious to our eyes that her then boyfriend was a pushover.He had a strong grip over her.
We made an assumption that the guy wanted money.He seemed to think that we are well off.He was hateful towards my sister's rich friends.Saying that they look at him and his car in disdain, when all they did was nothing.Just a boy's ego playing with his imagination.
He hated our mother.Kept calling her a hypocritical bitch.Saying things that hurt my ears, since it was thrown at my mother.He told her that one day my sister would pick him over family, and he couldnt wait to see that.The day she left our home to be with him, that is what he anticipated.
After that, my relationship with my sister was very bad.I was away in boarding school most of the time, but when i was back, all hell would break loose.My parents did not dare approach the fierce way of handling her, shouting.They were afraid that she would take off to god-knows-where.I would do the screaming, and all the shouting.She stole a lot from my possesions.She took my clothes,my money that i kept in the room.It made me angry.We were on this budget cut, and cant buy clothes for a long time.When she take my clothes, I'll literally be having no clothes to wear when i get back from the school.
She even stole credit from my phone, but denied the allegations.I was so damn furious!One thing was that she lied, because there is absolutely no way anyone else would take it.It was like the fox denying it stole the chicken when there are feathers around his mouth.At that time, i was extremely mad that i threw coffee over her head.Thank God for her, it was cold.She screamed like a banshee and lock herself in the room.
It was weird, we generally have a great family relationship before this, the way she changed just broke our hearts into a million pieces.I felt the impact the least,for i am barely home, but the worst, for i lost the person i can depend on the most.
We tried a lot to help her.Get grandma to advise her, our aunts to shed light upon the situation.Even tried reciting prayers, and damn near perform exorcism on her.We hope so hard that this was just a phase.
Then the biggest bomb drop months later.My mom discovered her diary, and inside were entries about how many times have they slept together, and how he always sneak in to her apartment at night.Being very religious Muslims, this is something that our family cannot abide to.Even our eastern culture, no matter how much change there has been among the youth about relationship ettiquette,sex before marriage is something taboo.Living a life out of sin.The worst was that we discovered she had had an abortion a few months ago.And that news really shattered my mom, it was like a dark place for her.She couldnt sleep nor eat.She was completely unhappy.
Three months after the runaway, my sister and her boyfriend decided to get married.She is only 20.Barely.It was a hasty affair.All the preparations were done in less than two weeks.I was whisked away that weekend from the school to attend the event.
During the ceremony, my sister forbid my mother to even stay within sight.My mother was furious, but to avoid drama, she complied.I hold my mothers hand as she cried on the stairs watching my sister get married to that bastard.It was over, he got what he wanted.
She never came back to see us after that.And now, there were news that her husband is abusive towards her.And my mother is still hoping that this would bring her back into our family's arms again.
But i am afraid of this day.I think its too late to give second chances to someone who betrayed you, made life a living hell for the past year, and suddenly charge back into my life.Pretending to be my sister again.
Forgiveness is something that is so hard for me to do.I would rather be sister-less, rather than spare that feeling of going to be crushed again when she runs back to her husband again.
I am so emotionally detached from her that her existance in my life no longer holds significant.
She LEFT me.Alone.At the time i need her most, she is not there.
Would you want a family like that?
Forgive and Forget is not in my vocabulary, in the case of her.
She is just a spin of lies.Tangled in my life.
Just because, we share the same blood.