Sister

She wanted everything perfect and definitely gave a lot of effort to maintain it that way. It is not easy being an eldest kid in the family. As far as I can drift my mind way back, she has not been less than second mother to me and my other sister. My mother told me that she carried me everywhere in our neighborhood with her tiny hands and arms around me, although we don't have much of an age difference. We definitely share a lot of similarities. She is a calm lady, very soft spoken and doesn't get angry very often and most of all she is not greedy at all. As far as I can remember, when we were small , if she had sweets with her, she always shared it with two siblings. I have to admit, I was definitely the opposite. I ate everything by myself, every single chance I got. She wanted everything clean. In our three storied House, she cleaned it from top to bottom almost every minute, when she was at home and not at school. I was always scared when I came back home from the school, because my sister would have been cleaning like any other day and I had to check if my shoes weren't dirty , if they were, she would open her eyes wide and make an angry face like Ursula , one of the villains in the little mermaid. Not only me , but my father , other sister and visitors were scared with her just like me .I still remember the way she used to shower me. She rubbed soap about twenty times before she was finally done cleaning me officially. I often thought when will she ever get tired with it. She never got tired but came the day , when she got married and went to her husband's home. This day was possibly the day , that house, cried like never before. The sister that was with us all the time , went away to her new home and the house definitely lost its older perfection. Our grandmother died at a very early age , when I was just few years old. My oldest sister was probably the one who got chance to spent time with our grandmother. It is not always that bad to grow up as an eldest kid. She knew her perhaps better than any of us. My mother told me that my grandmother loved my eldest sister more than us. I couldn't support the fact any less as my eldest sister is probably the most sweetest person in the world and an amazing human being. She was always there for her family when there was a need and she still knows her responsibilities more than any of us. She even gave us two wonderful little kids. I remember waiting anxiously outside the hospital door like others for the arrival of my born to be Niece. The moment I could never forget in my entire life and probably one of the most beautiful moment known to the man, I was probably the most happiest person in the world seeing a tiny little baby inside an incubator, she had a tiny lips, big eyes and small fingers like that of a mouse .Although my baby Niece is no longer a baby Niece ,it is still hard for me to picturise her bigger than that. Human nature and life is wonderful in that matter.