Two Little Girls. Weddings
Sep. 10th, 2013 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marchan89“You cannot get married!”
I giggled and leaned closer to Nana, my 9 year old sister as we posted cover stickers on wedding CD giveaways. Nana avoided my eyes, her eyes rolling.
“Why, Nana, why?”
Her small mouth puckered up, knitting her eyebrows as she tried to think. “I just think that way. You cannot GET MARRIED!”
Little girls are cute but this display of act was simply amusing. The rest of my Form 4 students nearby chuckled. So I rested my hand on her shoulder and winked. “Don’t worry, Nana. Not anytime soon.”
When I was her age I had a favourite auntie. She was young and she kept me busy. I was the only kid around the house so the kind Auntie Maya spent ample of time together with me. She walked around with me, allowed me to sleep in her room, bathed me and even fed me well. We were so close that when our family car was trapped in a heavy flood, I was so scared I wailed “Auntie Maya!!!” so many times, tears streaming down my cheeks.
So you can imagine how my heart was crushed when she got married. I followed her and her husband around until the bedroom door. And I stood outside for how long I could not recall.
I remembered how I realized that things would never be the same again. That my Auntie Maya had a different life now. More importantly, I felt a sense of loss even though I was still a child. When we were going home, Auntie Maya’s husband kissed me on the forehead. He was this handsome man but I felt the spot where he kissed was stinging more than a comfort one.
As I turned to resume my work, I glanced at Nana and saw her grinning to herself. That time I only saw the younger me, ever so needy and clingy.
Time flew fast. Sometimes too fast.
I giggled and leaned closer to Nana, my 9 year old sister as we posted cover stickers on wedding CD giveaways. Nana avoided my eyes, her eyes rolling.
“Why, Nana, why?”
Her small mouth puckered up, knitting her eyebrows as she tried to think. “I just think that way. You cannot GET MARRIED!”
Little girls are cute but this display of act was simply amusing. The rest of my Form 4 students nearby chuckled. So I rested my hand on her shoulder and winked. “Don’t worry, Nana. Not anytime soon.”
When I was her age I had a favourite auntie. She was young and she kept me busy. I was the only kid around the house so the kind Auntie Maya spent ample of time together with me. She walked around with me, allowed me to sleep in her room, bathed me and even fed me well. We were so close that when our family car was trapped in a heavy flood, I was so scared I wailed “Auntie Maya!!!” so many times, tears streaming down my cheeks.
So you can imagine how my heart was crushed when she got married. I followed her and her husband around until the bedroom door. And I stood outside for how long I could not recall.
I remembered how I realized that things would never be the same again. That my Auntie Maya had a different life now. More importantly, I felt a sense of loss even though I was still a child. When we were going home, Auntie Maya’s husband kissed me on the forehead. He was this handsome man but I felt the spot where he kissed was stinging more than a comfort one.
As I turned to resume my work, I glanced at Nana and saw her grinning to herself. That time I only saw the younger me, ever so needy and clingy.
Time flew fast. Sometimes too fast.
