It was a summerday in July, which was the rehearsal day for the upcoming meeting. It was also the second time I met her, the older sister that I really adored. Because of my fear of crowds, I almost failed my part.
I was useless, she will be disappointed in me, all those thoughts surrounded me, I cried on a friend’s shoulder despite consolations from others. And then she came to me, whispered into my ear “Do you still consider me as your sister?”. Just so, I followed her upstairs, I confided in her and busted into tears when she said “I have never been disappointed by you, I am so proud of you”.
She smiled and let me lay on her lap, rubbing my hair.