With the Holy Spirit

Monday, October 22, 2007

It's strange. It's strange when someone calls me his sister when my own blood brothers don't call me sister. We call each other by our names/nicknames.

My eldest bro - Both my middle bro and me call him by name, Kelvin. Dad and mum calls him Toffee number 2, after my doggy cuz he eats all the time like Toffee.

That's ^Toffee ^

My middle bro - We all call him by his nickname, Kenny.

Me- My brothers call me "laine", or "ah girl" or "girl ah!"

I guess we each have our own way of showing our sibling care though we live in a house where we each have our own space and our own room. And we don't purposely meet up in campus though we study in the same campus.

But when I forget to bring my things, and when I desperately need help, my brothers are only a phone call away. And they come to my rescue even if it means meeting me at some forsaken hour in the middle of tutorial/lecture.

When I was worried cuz my eldest brother Kelvin went out alone in the car, when he only had 1 month of valid license and he knew that I was upset because I refused to talk to him; he came all the way up to my room, after reaching home, only to tell me that he went out just to buy me our favourite nutella and bread to bring to the hostel.

When I was out till 2a.m with the car with Jac cuz we only wanted to see Jesus at CSC, my middle brother Kenneth, called me to scream at me over the phone to ask me where in the world did I lose myself with the car. Knowing that I was depressed, and I needed some time to be on my own, to go to the Adoration room 30 minutes drive away from home and to the seaside near our house, he was worried sick that I had crashed with the car. And so, stayed up watching TV till late, until I came back safe and sound with the car at 2.30a.m. Then, thinking that I didn't know, he snuck upstairs quietly to his room when I opened the main door.

My eldest brother is often my debating partner and talking buddy. My middle brother, the solitiude one, reserved and quiet, speaking only when it is important and necessary and often my rescurer. My eldest brother is often mistaken by many to be my boyfriend, especially at my previous working place...my middle brother, often mistaken seen to be my twin, but a total opposite of me.

We still don't call each other brothers and sisters. But nevertheless, I know my place in their hearts and theirs in mine. Blessed =)

-Yours truly ;