ADORABLE SHE

“The most pretty faces comes along with the most struggling phases!”

It was a customary random afternoon. When my mother was cleaning the house chores. Starting with every corners to every shelf as if she is allergic to a single particle of dust. I sat there enjoying for whatever reason. Helping absolutely nothing. While doing my mischief stuffs, my eyes stuck on a photograph. A little baby in a white frock falling to her knees. Fair skin with sparking eyes. Her pretty lips is enlarged to an open free smile. Sitting on a red chair with her bare feet. My eyes couldn’t stop adoring her picture. With a solace smile I gasped “such an adorable girl my sister was”. Though she is still the most adorable one. My mother turned back to see the picture and smiled. With a smirk she said “turn the next page of the album”. I had no idea what she was talking or much interested about until I actually turned the page. I saw a picture of her and me. I was wearing a light blue jacket with eyes full of tears as usual. I was going through some thing likes selaphobia; phobia of flashlights. The reason why I don’t take any photographs when I was a child. So every picture of mine holds the crying me. The same usual thing I found in that picture. I was crying and sobbing. But something was different. What? The hands that held me from beside to give me comfort and consolation. My sister!

My mother explained “because you get scared of flashlights so she was comforting you..” yes, no doubt she still do. The only comforting hands I get every time I feel low is hers. It’s not only about fears or traumas, but that every waves u fear to tackle. And you get a sister who acts like your surf. Taking that every droplets of obstacles to herself like the surf board crashes on the waves ensuring the surfer who is standing on the board reaches the shore safely. No matter the board has to lift the surfers weight, it chooses to sacrifice itself so the surfer could reach its destination. She is that surf board for me. She uplifts me and my every single problem no matter how much the weightage is just to ensure I reach my shore safely and easily. The adorable smile she holds has gone though many stages that I know. They see her pretty smile, I see the hard rocks that are used to carve that smile. I have no idea how she can still manage to look the most cheerful girl ever existed.

”She held you so you can have a picture”- my mother said.

“NO! She held me so I don’t feel left out or alone when I overcome my fear”.- I replied.