Lately, I’ve been lured to painting pictures of the past through my scenic mind. Probably the pouring rain has something to do with this or maybe it’s just me getting a little mushy. Seeing flashes of radiant innocent smiles bring me back to my yesteryears.
I grew up having someone by my side watching over me. Like manna from heaven, he is a precious gift handed to me and his worth is more than a bazillion. I would never trade him for anything—definitely a no-deal for me. God knows how happy I am to have him in my life—my brother.
When dealing with our emotions, we bashfully show affection. In fact, when we were young, a day wouldn’t end without the cat brawling over the mouse (in some instances, I’m the cat and vice versa). With a sheepish smile, I remember hiding his favorite shoes whenever we were at war. These memorable experiences we had made me miss him every single day, especially now that I’m away from him.
I also recall how our mom would ask a loving favor from us and give us an errand that requires lengthy walking; it exhausted me on the way home. Under the flaming heat of the sun, my brother offered to carry me on his back, not even minding the burden of bringing an excess load. It was just a simple thing, yet it meant the whole world to me. Metaphorically, the smile on my face could melt the entire North Pole.
A few months ago, I went home to witness the diamond wedding anniversary of my grandparents. Upon deplaning, the first person I immediately called up was my brother. At that time, my right foot was still swelling due to an unfortunate accident (no wonder it’s referred to as one), so I had to walk like a “turduck” (combination of a turtle and a duck). I never knew I was being a spoiled brat but my brother did everything for me. I was a princess the whole time we were together; he never raised his voice nor got mad at me. Deep inside, I could sense that he was a bit tired attending to my needs but I NEVER heard him complain. My heart melted for the “nth” time.
The time had come for me to pack my things and leave home (again). As usual, tiny drops of water were part of my luggage. Instead of saying goodbye, I left a note thanking him for all the efforts he has shown. I took off and headed to the airport. While waiting for my flight, the sun gracefully soared and welcomed everyone with a brand new day. I let loose a very deep sigh because of its magical beauty. The Creator never fails to amaze me! I departed with a fluffy heart knowing HE will take care of my brother.
With the highs and lows we drifted together; I am less fearful to whatever challenges may come. He may not know this but my brother painted serenity in my chaotic life. He drew stillness when I was disturbed. Like a shield, he protected me during the times I was emotionally wounded. When I lost track of my path, he found me and took me home. And when things were out of tune, he plays symphonic melody that soothes my souls and keeps me calm. The one-of-a-kind friendship we have will be cherished endlessly.
Now it astounds me—how could I not realize that the blueprint of heaven, all this time, was laid right next to me? The ONE up above pampered me so much the moment HE gave me THE FINEST BROTHER one could ever have
Be grateful to your brother or sister. We only get to live once, so don’t miss the opportunity to let them know that you love them and how much you care for them. A simple note saying: “I’m here for you” or “I miss you” is more than enough to fill their hearts with glee.
