Ahem ahem. *Clears throat. Ladies and gentlemen, all those who are actually willing to read this post,
I have an announcement to make.
I. HAVE. THE. BEST. SISTERS. IN. THE. ENTIRE. WORLD.
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What my sisters and I have, ladies and gentlemen, is indescribable and beyond words itself. Thus, I shall not bother to think nor mull about for the right words to describe the bond I share with these two amazing people.
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For those of you who have not the chance, privilege actually, to meet my two most loyal companions, by the end of this post, you can either say, Daym, I would definitely want to, or Thank God I don't have to.
It's solely your choice.
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We begin with the plus sides. The big ticks and stars at the end of the page those teachers in kindergarten usually give earned by my two sisters has to be their hearts of gold. *Cue for audience to go Awwww.
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I admit it. Maybe, possibly, once or twice, I have in the recent past, complained, whined and made a big fuss of suffering from middle child syndrome. I take it all back. My sisters are fair and just, we share everything equally. Heck, even a mere extra 20 bucks from our father is agreed on to be split evenly between the three of us.
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As of now, my days at home is a huge difference compared to when it was only a few weeks ago. The house is louder, messier, more alive in every way possible. Why, you may ask? The trio has reunited.
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Being the eldest in the family, Liyana has, to a certain extent, a fair degree of responsibility. Yes, she is a constant, annoying voice in my head that cannot be shut out, (literally is THE ONLY voice in my head right now. Keep quiet Liyana, *she's still talking non stop beside me now*, I'm trying to concentrate here) but that voice keeps me very much rooted to who I truly am. You see, we are both very very very, extremely close. With an age gap of only one year, I practically grew up under her watchful eyes my entire life.
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Noone knows me better than she does. My tempers, mood swings, disappointments, successes, all those ups and downs, Liyana knows them all. I talk to her endlessly. Sometimes, no, correction. Most of the time, she doesn't quite listen to me, but having someone around that I feel I can pour my heart out to, is more than I can ask for. Even if it feels as though I'm talking to the walls. So, my dear sister, do expect more of me sitting cross legged on your bed for the next few months.
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Now that she's back home, she is my very own self proclaimed driver. However, things operate differently when it comes to her. Unlike most other sisters, my sister is an unconventional sort of sister. My sister does not bring me out whenever I want to, wherever I want to, to meet whoever I want to. No. As protective as she is, I know she will only send me out and pick me up back at rigid times, curfews people, discipline yourself! She will only send me to familiar places, safe places she means to say, and she definitely has a say in who I can or cannot meet. If she thinks that person is a bad influence, I'm practically handcuffed and tied at home. Honestly saying, she probably thinks she's my guardian angel.
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Now, we turn to the youngest of us three, that small, little girl who will never grow up in our eyes. A precious treasure to us all. This particular girl, ladies and gentlemen, you should not take at face value. Oh no. What you see is NOT what you get. You get a whole lot more.
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At first glance, many see Mimi as a shy and a reserved person. In a way, maybe she is. But then again, have you seen her at home or in school itself? I thought not. This two places are where Mimi shines at her brightest. When she chooses to, she has the highest level of energy, higher even than mine and Liyana's both combined together.
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Having said that, as unbelievable as it may sound, I realise the need to provide evidence to support the statement above. A typical day in the three Farahs household is usually fueled by none other than my youngest sister's wide smiles and addictive laughters. There isn't a day that goes by without us three cracking up over her nonsensical jokes, crazy impersonations and smart gimmicks.
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However, what I love most about my younger sister is our unspoken understanding for each other. One fateful day a few years ago, we were in the car on the way home when she dubbed herself an Ainacologist. She knows me that well. By only the curl of my lips, Mimi can instantly tell my mood and the thoughts running in my head. "Aina. That's your insulting smile." 99.9% of the time, she is spot on correct.
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Thus, ladies and gentlemen, those are only a pinch of the many highlight traits my sisters have. The list goes on forever, so I can't possibly mention them all here. Now, however, the time has come for me to share part of the craziness I am forced to live with as these two girls and I are living under the same roof.
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Liyana is a bossy girl. Even she admits it herself. Due to the fact that I am younger, she expects me to give in to her, and most of the time, yes, I think I do. There is no point quarrelling unnecessarily. As I am typing this out, my darling elder sister has just shooed me out of MY VERY OWN chair because she wants to sit on it. Hence, I am now typing away hunched over on the bed. Point taken?
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Mimi, on the other hand, is indeed a colourful character. When it comes to her, somehow, I have the lowest level of tolerance for. I know she knows she drives me up the wall, but do you think she stops? Oh no. Definitely not. Just a few days ago, Liyana came back from UK with a violin. Mimi is now obsessed with it. Currently, under Liyana's encouragement, she plays on it continuously. Let me stress on this. Mimi does not know how to play the violin! And so, these days, I have no choice but to leave the room each time the second adik picks up that horrifying instrument. Imagine that. I am being kicked out of my own room.
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Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, you have now been exposed only partially to the life I live with my sisters. Despite the fights we have, the tantrums we throw, the sulky faces we put on, the misunderstandings we endure, a day with the two of them around is far far far better than a hundred days with any other people I can think of. All I can say, is
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I cannot imagine anyone else in their places and how absolutely, exceptionally important they are to me.
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Happy now, liyana and mimi?
you asked for it. :)
