I love my sisters to death. Sometimes, the things they do for me makes me feel so loved and lucky.
It's a complicated relationship.
Because sometimes i want to bite them for the strangest and most cruel remark they make about me. But then, i love them.
What happened was, yesterday during my trip to jb (which I will explain in greater detail what happened there in a different post) while I was buying ice cream, Ziqah my baby sister was looking at me in a strange and intense way. So i asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Then the following conversation took place :
Ziqah: Kak Big, you're short. But in a good way.
Me : (stunned) Please explain . What do you mean by in a good way?
Ziqah: (at a loss for words) aaaaahhh...aahhh..errr.. You look nice for someone short.
Me : Oh. My. God.
Ziqah: (trying to salvage situation)No. What i mean is, in a group of short people you'll be the tallest. So THAT's in a good way.
Me : Shut up Ziqah. You're not helping yourself.
So in a nutshell, that's a loving relationship that we have.