OVERVIEW:10

This piece is not just a story — it’s a heartfelt tribute. I wrote it as a reflection of the countless silent ways my sister has been my anchor, my constant, and my home. It was during a family function, amidst laughter and dressing up, when my aunt casually remarked, “You’re lucky enough to get an elder sister like her.” That one line sparked a flood of emotions within me. Because she wasn’t just right — she had unknowingly summed up everything I’ve ever felt about my sister.

The story unfolds as a rhythmic contrast between “They” and “She.” The “They” represents the world — people who come and go, who see only the surface, who celebrate your victories but overlook your struggles. And then there’s “She” — my sister, the only person who has seen my oceans while others noticed just the waves. Where others saw my laughter, she saw my pain. Where others doubted, she believed. Where others left, she stayed.

Every line I wrote is a reflection of the countless invisible acts of love she’s shown — staying through my panic attacks, believing in my smallest dreams, understanding my silence without words. This contrast is not meant to highlight what the world lacks, but what true love looks like when it’s pure and selfless.

Through this narrative, I wanted to express how a sister’s love transcends ordinary affection — it’s protective, patient, and profoundly understanding. While others might see perfection in appearances, I see perfection in her heart — in her ability to choose me every time, even when I’m unworthy.

This story, in essence, is my loudest thank you to the quietest strength in my life — my sister, the most perfect being ever existing.