You were supposed to be a very special gift for my second birthday. Beautiful pure soul who - for let’s say up to the beginning of our adolescence - would be my biggest fan.
You would adore me, consider what I say and do as magic! You were supposed to learn from me, even imitate me.
Though I would be your king whose commands you should faithfully accomplish, you would be regarded as my darling comrade from whom later I learn how to deal with pimples, dandruff, body odor and cute girls.
I would be a great scientist … as great as Albert Einstein …
“And you, young lady should be pick a different idol … Hmm… How about, Stephen Hawking?”, It’s an order!!!
We should go to the same Physics Department of a prestigious University exploring the mystery of the universe.
I might use more my brain as you with your heart. You might sing, dance, and draw more exquisitely than me, on such artistic things, I would never envy you. Angels are blessed to do beautiful stuffs, dear!
And you, honey … is my angel … My little angel who flew up to heaven - to be again warmly held in the divine womb - before I could tell everything written above …
before I could hug you
before I could kiss you
before I could say that we have a same birthday date so we might have a double-birthday party every year which sometimes we like but more frequently hate …
before I could say that I love you
my little princess
my baby sister