I always sense this feeling from her ,"I care for you and I care about you."
The first flash thought of the title must have brought to you is I have got married so I have two mothers, one is my biological mother and another is my mother in-law.In common sense, it is right. The second mental flash must be I am from a joint family in which I have a step-mother, except my bilogical mother. In common sense, it wouldn't be wrong. It is certain that I do have a great mother who gave birth to me like anyone else mother did. But my another mother, out of everyone's expectation, is my eldest sister. In affectionate sense, I feel she likes a mother to me.
Here I wouldn't give more introduction about my mother because she is as common as any common mother and she is as great as any great mother.
My another mother, my eldest sister, is the first child in my family. (I have four siblings---- two sisters, an elder brother and an younger brother.) I dare to say that there must be her name in the list of the most filial daughters in the world; there must be her name in the list of most helpful and undersanding sisters in the world ;there must be her name in the list of the most kind-hearted and tender-hearted person in the world; there must be her name in the list of the most tolerant women in the world. She set a excellent model for her siblings.
My sister was laid-off many years ago. My brother in-law insisted on her staying at home to take care of the whole family and not going out for a job for she hadn't been in very good condition. From then on, my sister pinches pennies in daily life so as to reach the first principle of living within my brother in-law's income. She could make both ends meet with her much calculation. Their home is still a warm and sweet home full of joys and laughters.
I , for about one year, worked at a school near to her apartment. As a result of her persistence of moving into her apartment so that she could look after my life, I became a member of her family. Whenever we arrived at home from work or school, the well-prepared meal was on the dinning table. After enjoying the delicous food, she always asked the two children to do their homeworks or play games on the playground behind their building. At noons, as a part of routine life, we each went to one's own room to get a refreshing nap after each supper. In evenings, while she was doing the washing-up, her husband or I often conversed with her about today's news from our daily work or attitude towards what each had done and she told us what she had heard and done and seen . My sister wouldn't allow her husband or me to help her with any housework in working-days.
I developed a late-going-to-bed and late-raising habit so I always went to work in a panic, leaving a messy room with my changed clothes on the bed , the littered books on the desk and the bottles of cosmetics, big or small, on the dressing table in disorder. When I went back from school, everything in my room as well as that in any other room, kitchen, dinning room, sitting room, bedrooms, was spick and span. Things are kept in apple-pie order. It was so ashameful of me to accept the well-meant conducts . However instead of persuading her not to tidy my room any more, she even washed all my dirty clothes without any complain. "I care for you and I care about you." She said to me. What's more, every time when I think of that she helped me with cleaning my body gentlly from neck to my feet, from the front to the back, my heart is brimming with happiness and appreciation . At that time, I felt like her baby.
I still have a very clear picture of another thing which happened in a winter. My school arranged me to teach a new programme, which demanded me to prepare the teaching-plan in a short-limited time. I had to work against the clock. One evening, when I opened the front door, I noticed that a ray of light coming from my room window. I pushed my room door open and saw that my sister was half-lying on the bed, with a book in her hand."You are back finally. It is two o'clock. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" She asked me with a relived smile."Sister." I said, " Please don't worry about me. I can take good care of myself. You have to get up early to prepare our breakfast for us in the morning.""Wait a moment." ignoring my insisting on her going to bed, she went to kitchen directly.Five minutes later, my sister served me a bowl of hot milk with two half-done eggs."Have it. Hot milk is helpful for a good sleep and eggs provide nutrition of your body." She sat down opposite to me, observed me finishing it. Then with her heart content, she went to her bedroom.
Appendix.My sister enjoys a reputation of good sister since almost my colleagues understoodwhat my sister had done for me. They, in genial way, called my sister "our sister", not "your sister", whenever they mentioned her. As a matter of fact, it is impossible to render a complete discription of my feeling about my sister and all what she has done for me in this very short article.I violently disgree with the family plan policy of China. If I am futunate enough to aquire a husband with the same mind to me, I would have at least two children. It is against the law, but siblinghood is a special relationship which can never be replaced by any other links.
