My Little-Big Sister Sarah

                            My Little-Big Sister Sarah

 

        Few things in life are as pleasant as having a family. In my particular case, my family was, is and will be the most important thing in my life. I was born into a large family, three sisters and two brothers, mom, dad and my grandma were my whole world. My family had economic needs, but when my siblings and I were kids we were very happy.

           I'm the eldest of my sisters; I always protected them, but  sometimes they protected me also, especially my little sister Sarah. Sarah is the fourth of my five siblings, she was a frail and sickly girl.  When I was a child I thought that my sister Sarah was the favorite daughter of my parents because they gave special care to her, I felt jealous of my sister Sarah but also I felt love for her.        

          One day when I was playing with my friends, my sister Sarah asked me if she could play with us, I said yes even that I known my friends didn't like her. She played with all of us that afternoon and she enjoyed spending time with us. The same day at  dinner time, I saw that my mother was angry. When finally I asked her what was wrong she told me that she was very upset with me because I didn't let my sister play, I felt surprised because it was a lie, a really big lie. I tried to explain to my mother that my sister Sarah was lying but she didn't believed me, after that my resentment towards my sister increased.

        I was planning my revenge carefully for a long time. The opportunity came one day, I was playing with my sisters in my Godmother's house, suddenly my sister Lorena asked to my Godmother's daughter which one of us looked more like my mother, She responded that it was me, and none of them seemed like my parents. My sister Lorena didn't gave any importance to the comment and she was continued playing, but not my sister Sarah,  she was standing and still thinking about it until I  went up to her and asked "Sarah you know why you don't look like our parents?'' Her answer was  no and I said "Honey, you're so innocent. Is easy to know the reason that you don't look like my parents it's because you're ADOPTED.

                   

        My sister Sarah was in shock. She opened her eyes, her mouth and she fainted.  I was scared, even though I was angry with her I never expected such reaction at that moment. I realized that I did misbehaved, I just wanted my sister Sarah to react. I called my Godmother  and when she came she helped my sister to reacted. She asked my sister that what had happened. My sister did not answer, just stared at me. I knew then my sister would tell my mother what happened  and what a terrible punishment my consequence would be, but it did not...

        Later, when my mother was picking us up, my mother asked to my sister Sarah how she felt, she responded "don't worry mom, I'm perfectly fine" I was astonished. I was alarmed trying to guessed what she was planning against me. So, I took the plunge and asked her "Sarah why you don't tell our parents what really happened?." I will never forget what she answered me.

        "I know that you hate me" she said, "maybe it's my fault because I have not been a good sister, I know  you lied about that I'm adopted Today's incident helped me to realized that I don't want that my siblings hate me, I forgive you, Because I love you sister." Although  was a child at that moment I understood the meaning of the brotherhood and I felt wretched. I hugged to my sister Sarah and I apologized. I told her how sorry I was and how much I love her. I said "please forgive me, I promise to be a good sister." She said "Yes sister." We cried a lot, we promised forget that incident and we fulfill it. Since then we have a close relationship. 

        Have passed many years and many things were happened. Now, my sister Sarah is a nun. She has traveled worldwide. She learned four languages. Right now she lives in Angola Africa. She is dedicating her life to serving to the less fortunate. Many times she been almost about to die, from the terrible diseases that are existing in Africa, but now she is a strong, loving and dedicated woman. The weak and sickly girl is not existing more. She is my example of charity and kindness. I'm so proud of my little-big sister Sarah. The little girl who gave me a lesson that changed my life forever.