The unwanted forced bond!!!

Days passed and the living doll my parents took home from some unknown place called hospital nearly captured my home. Especially her cries in the middle of the night threw me in utter annoyance. Many times I asked my dad how long she is going to live with us and my dad always just smiled in response and I somehow managed to tolerate everything and accepted the fact that she's going nowhere, at least not in the near future.

So I just decided to ignore her presence even when she's messing up with my favourite toys, I just pretended to see nothing, but that little demon was so hungry for attention that she almost tried everything to get me angry. She one day crossed all the limits and tore my favourite colourful rhymes book. I was so mad that I almost lose control but as she was so favourite to my parents, my hands were tied. I couldn't do anything for her but I decided to leave my house.

And I did, I walked and walked until the roads became unknown and an unfamiliar fear crossed my mind but I couldn't just go back coz that's about self-respect.

So I sat near the pond and started crying and sat there until my mom came and fetch me home.

And fortunately, my dad brought a pair of beautiful rhyme books for me so I gave up the grudge.

One day it was raining heavily and my mom was so busy in her daily household chores and I was reciting a poem I already remember sitting beside the bed where my newborn baby sister was lying.

I don't know what was wrong with her but she was crying badly and breaking my concentration. I was getting so irritated and just to continue my peaceful recitation I looked for my mother and couldn't find her so I just tried to calm the little girl crying so badly.

As I moved closer to her she stopped her crying for a while and looked at me as if she wants to say something but she was not old enough to say something, and then again continued the terrible cry even more than before... I couldn't just ignore her and I made up mind to calm her no matter what.

I started reciting my poem like a song and to my surprise, she stopped crying and hold my hand with her tender little fingers.

I felt like winning a war, and so proud.. I then tried to take back my hand to continue my way but she again started crying as soon as I stopped singing.

With no option left I started singing again until she fell asleep and I still continued in the fear that if I'd stop singing that might wake her up and continue her unfinished cry. And looking at her innocent sleeping face I felt like keep on singing.

I don't know how long I sang but I eventually fell asleep.

And from that day an inevitable bond just came out of nowhere and I acknowledged her to be my sister. My sister for life, a little version of anger and innocence.My lovely sister Biu.