We Are You ....

It was time for Akbar to have his nap and my sis and I went to the bedroom with him. He took his milk, a ritual before sleeping, and started to hold on to something. The lights went out. And suddenly.... Akbar cried.

My sister looked for anything that might cause his crying. She found it. It was a small scar near his left eye. While keeping him down, she kissed the scar. Again and again. Akbar closed his eyes, he's calming down. My sister caressed his forehead until he fell asleep. I was watching the whole scene.

I am so proud of my sis. I remember how I was to her whenever she's in any pain. How time flies.

And back then,
My sister was Akbar.
I was my sister.
My Mom was my sister.
I was Akbar.

Perhaps these whole sentences don't make any sense to any of you guys.
But I know you'll understand this.
'Pain does not require high-tech medicine sometimes.'
'Just plain love and caring. '

Dedicated to someone whom I have missed so very much.