Unsung Heroes

Little that others know, I have 3 loving brothers; 2 elders and 1 younger. Unfortunately, I was never close to any of them. Awkward silence will only fill in the conversation among us. Even a phone call is already so weird to answer to. I wonder was it because I’m the younger ones so, I tend not to be involved with the elder siblings. Those younger days where my 2 brothers, my second sister and I would gather in front of the telly and fell asleep on each other during the night. Little midgets, Mommy would call us. While they were playing football at the field, my sister and I would play at the playground next to it. They would come to my rescue when I was chased by a mad dog in our neighbourhood, argued over ice-creams and eventually gave them up for me and my sister. I used to play by myself in the evening and they would join in after they got off the bus from school. The combination of jeering and teasing from them were almost certainly got on my nerves. My first brother once hit me on the head. That definitely got me all teary up but to his amazement I didn’t cry out loud. Instead, I continued the chores I was doing. Perhaps the guilt ate him inside. He called me to his room and apologised for what he had done. Looking down, I went out and a smile was created on my face. As I grew a bit older, they both went to boarding school and I was all alone again. Getting bullied by them was probably the happiest moments in my life. You might think that I am a crazy girl to have this kind of thinking. Apparently, those memories of tears and fights linger longer than I could imagine.

My second sister is probably the only best friend in my life, making the distance with my brothers grew bigger. Day by day, their faces were replaced with the people I’m so used to see; my friends. After so many years, I never felt that feeling I used to have- my brothers’ love. Maybe they too grew older and have other priorities to look after. Sometimes, I wish things would just be how they were. Well, time changes people. I have changed. They did. Everyone did too.

But maybe just maybe, some things don’t.

“Do you miss me?”

“Every minute of every day.”