1.0 A Sister! She Is a Storm Who Stays Safe In Her Own Path.

This story describes the arrival of my younger sister who arrived in our hands as an Eskimo. As well as the feelings I had as an elder kid of our family. She is the only sibling I have. So, we two are the precious two gems of my parents. (I guess. Lol...)

I thought to start this story from the very beginning. I cannot keep in mind what happened once I was a two- or three-year-old child. This blog post consists of the first few stories that happened with the arrival of my younger sister.

Family! I thought to start my blog with a family-related thing, and I think it will help to emphasize the value of our families. In this life journey, different people will come to our lives and leave. But they will exist in our lives when compared with others. The other key thing is they are unique people in our lives. You can replace a friend or relative. But you cannot find out someone on behalf of your sibling. So, if you have a sibling, you are a lucky guy/gal in this world.

That was the day when we bring her to our home from the hospital. It was a big day for me and all of our family. It has been a long time since everybody had aforementioned that I will be able to be the eldest sister of the family. Therefore, it was a big responsibility for me. However, you may imagine the next situations among the siblings, right?

New Member of Our Family! I went to the hospital with my mother, father, and grannie to bring her from the hospital. It was my initial visit. She was very fair than me, and I could see only her beautiful face as she coated like an Eskimo. Everybody was very happy. I had to make the request many times to keep her on my lap. However, my grannie did not prefer to provide a newborn baby to me. However, with the support of my mother, I could keep sweetie Eskimo on my lap. Everybody got busy with several works along with her arrival. There were many preparations at home to welcome her. I thought that all of us were lucky fellows to have such a member to our family. I felt so proud as an elder sister.

The Struggle! The key advantage was the gifts I received from guests and most of them accustomed bring something to me as well. Some guests tried to know whether I have pretty feelings or jealous feelings regarding Eskimo.

The Visitors! That was their main question, and some of them asked me directly while the others observed my cooperation with my sibling. But I do not remember what I felt right now. Some guests worried about my Tan complexion as my sister's complexion was better than mine.  One aunt told me that I didn’t belong to this family and that I have taken from some unknown place. They laughed for their jokes though I got angry with them. Some guests tried to bring our Eskimo and requested her from me. Even though I rejected their all requests by screaming, I could see several problems were going to and fro by changing my lifestyle gradually with the arrival of 'Eskimo.

Now the struggle was massive. Eskimo was drinking Milk from the bottle. One day, my mother asked me to feed my sister by giving the milk bottle. In those days, we have used to drink two flour drinks. At that time, I needed to know what was most wonderful. Who knows that they care about her more than me? Ohh Shit...! It was a terrible drink. Sugar was not touched. However, she was drinking this like a pig, and it was good for my mind. The milk I drink was ten times a lot of delicious. That was a good day. It's all like that. As she was a little one, she would not feel the taste, I guess. Otherwise, I don't think that our cat would drink that milk powder. However, this was a sub food she got apart from breast milk.

These days my father began to see my behavior changes and perpetually wanting to involve me with most of the tasks of Eskimo. I think he tried to build a good relationship among us from the very beginning. Later on also, when we were kids, he did not like to see our fightings, and he was very serious, though we two did not care about those much as we knew that it was a few minutes' problems.

Those days we did not have mobile phones record each and everything. So, my father was in a big mission to record audio of two of us. I think he had to struggle with us to record a good conversation among us. As my sister has not grown enough to talk, my father wanted to get some responses from me. So, he came up with many questions and worked on recordings as per my feedback. I can remember my father asked ‘do you love your younger sister?’. Then he asked how much I Love Eskimo? At that point, my audio recorder had been stretching for about one minute of time to say A Lottttt.....!. Later on, it’s happy to listen to this recording by looking at the hassle I placed to express my love. However, the value of that feeling gets varying with the incident to the incident now. It depends actually. Lol... 

Recently I remembered this recording once I was recording ‘Reading initial letters’ ceremony (‘Akuru Kiyaweema’) of younger sister’s kid. Nowadays kids can look back on their childhood memories easily with the latest technology, once they become adults. They are very fortunate people to get the advantages of technologies when comparing with our childhood. However, they will feel happy if they have value only. 

So, there are several stories regarding me as a result of my younger sister. I think it would be better to jot down those memories as different short stories without writing all as one story. Hope you would agree with me. 

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