This is about one of the girls that I love until my last breath.
Then on, I came to state that I could probably agree that life in this world is unfair. There are times that a little cheese is being subjugated by someone else. We can say that those persons were naturally mischievous but I presume that's the way life in this world goes. I also believe that one reason of the world's unfairness is the fact that no one is perfect. Nobody possesses hair like shining crystals or even a brain of eternal knowledge. We may also agree that no one possesses consummate talents mixed with fine and flawless complexion which is true for a community. Life is also unfair when we witness a big gap between the rich and the unfortunate individuals. I hate to see those strolling street children dying for living despite the fact that amidst those sufferings there were glittering and splendid counterparts of prosperous folks who sleep right to their cotton soft beds and drink in their golden cups.
Why would they put it to be like this? Is the play I watched yesterday at the Trinity college reflects unfairness to life relationships? Is love not just all about happiness but gamble? Are all people mean and let their counterparts be fooled? Why would those innocent people be force to embrace the unfairness of this world like by sister for example.
Tin-tin had brownish eyes from our mother. Yes, my sister possesses pleasing and perfect impressions just like a normal being except for a number of visible flaws. Her nose is flat which is surprising because it has no bone unlike most of us had. Her face is petite but chubby. She's fat but definitely not obese. Maybe that's because she likes eating a lot of food. She has also extra folds of skin under her eyes and a large protruding tongue.
You may assume her as pretty as a princess or maybe as smart as Einstein but I think that's my upshot of illusions. It is a cheerless discussion to say that she's in a case of a down-syndrome. She is supposed to be perfect but this unfairness blocks the whole way around. I don't even believe that she's funny as most of those distasteful children think she is “retarded”. For me, her face is as sweet as an angel and her mind as fresh as a new born child
I never called my sister in her first name rather I called her in a sweet nickname of "Tin-tin" or simply "Tin". She's 4 years older than I am. I don't call my sister "Ate" or any other respectful names most Filipinos usually practice because it's just fine for her to name her that way. As a matter of fact, our Akeanon language doesn't practice much of "po" and "opo". Manong and Manang might be pleasant but I guess it's warmer to talk with her as if we were friends.
One way or another she’s talkative and cheerful. She likes going out and do household chores like cleaning the backyard, washing dishes, throwing trash, and watering the plants without any instructions from us. In that way, she made our life trouble-free that we don't even need to lure a maid for all the chores. She can also speak a lot of words that no one could understand. I usually think that it's a mixture of Chinese and Japanese words but as time goes on, I observed that she talks just like a 3-year old child. She addresses my mother as "Mommy" and my father as "Daddy" like most of us does but then she calls me "Yan" instead of my name IAN, my sister as "Ay" instead of LITE, and my other sister as "Lulu" instead of LENLEN. It's silly at first but we still attuned to her words in no time. She also speaks words like "papay" for bread "naw" for water, and many other words like an ordinary kid. She's also a blotter since she usually joined us for any serious conversation. I can also say that she is a good writer even though she didn't understand what she writes. With her good sense of curiosity of what I usually do most of the day when copying things in a piece of paper, she now likewise did the same dung. Zigzag or curve lines occupy each line of my used notebooks I gave her. She likes to do it just like schooling I observed that she wants to go to school but then it seems like she pretended to bring the school in our little terrace. Plastic chairs and a table may work as an imaginary classroom with her as a teacher. Indeed I can say that she had a wider range of imagination which inspires me so much especially when I observed her once that she's teaching 4 imaginary students in those 4 Plastic chairs. I was amazed that these 4 had imaginary people sitting on those imaginary chairs have their consistent names namely, “Dzidzizelen”, "Polo" "Kemi", and “Dzhoron”. It sounds silly to hear those names again and again while she teaches like a confident teacher standing in a bare wall pointing on something.
One day, I caught Tintin crying? This is very unusual for my sister's cheerful appetite so I came in an instant for a rescue. She cried so loud that all our neighbors could hear. At first I don't know why she is crying but later on I have known that it is those frisky naughty kids again doing some impassive tease arid unmerciful games to her just like having a novelty laughing stuff. I really hate them for doing that. And I usually blared at them to stop teasing my sister. Those were the times I learned different four-letter words that on my amazement were very effective to those teasers. In our backyard, I yelled at them as loud as I can to stop their claptrap act. But too much repetition make it ineffective after some days until all my shouting does not work anymore. Indeed no one stops the tease game not until my funny toy sister is around.
Making my sister as a funny looking toy makes an outsized mark in determining the unfairness of my little world. I usually think how her life would be in the future. Much more, I still sense her futuristic appearance as I am now working in the city. She is definitely my inspiration. That I’ll soon help her and anyone like her someday. In this way I can still block a portion of the world's loathing unfairness to everybody’s lives. I don't even know when those flooding teasing eyes stopped her for being that way. Still I will love her just like my friend. For me she's a special gift in my heart. Perhaps a gift more that Omega 3s and heart vitamins that no one would ever feel it's never ending atmosphere.
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