"Hey, sister, remember our dreams when we were kids?" I turned my head to look at my sister beside me.
"Remember, you said you wanted to be an amazing scientist, and I said you wanted to travel the world. My sister blinked, an innocent smile on her face.
My sister leaned next to me, a warm smile on her face. The sun shines through the window, casting a little golden glow on her face, and she looks as if she has returned to her youthful youth. I patted the back of her hand gently, and my sister looked back, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes. I realized that I must be a little distracted, so I pulled myself together and gave my sister a relaxed smile in an attempt to hide my worries.
"Sister, I'm thinking, why don't we move in together?" I took a deep breath and uttered the idea.
My sister was stunned for a moment, obviously startled by my proposal: "Ah?
"We're all getting older, and it's going to be harder and harder to live alone. If we live together, we can take care of each other, and we can see each other often, how affectionate. I said sincerely.
The younger sister frowned, as if weighing the pros and cons. After a while, she raised her head with a determined look in her eyes: "Okay, just listen to you." After all, you are my own brother, and it must be for my good. "
I could see the hesitation in my sister's eyes. I can understand her feelings, because I've struggled with it too. Moving in together means that we will completely lose the freedom to live independently. In the past, we each had our own circle of life and private space, but from that moment on, our lives will become one and will never be separated again. This is really a big test for a person who is used to being independent.
However, blood is thicker than water, and family affection is above all else. I believe that as long as we treat each other sincerely and understand each other, we will be able to adapt to the new way of life. Moreover, I also understand that my sister actually hopes to have a loved one by her side who can be relied on for life. She just instinctively resisted, unwilling to easily change the current state of life.
I looked at my sister's determined eyes, and a warm strength welled up in my heart. Yes, we are close relatives of brothers and sisters, so we should rely on each other and spend our old age together. With this determination, we will be able to overcome all difficulties and create a new life of our own.
After saying this, my sister's eyes gradually moistened. She suddenly hugged me tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. I was taken aback by her sudden hug, but I quickly smiled in relief and hugged my sister's petite body hard. I could feel her emotions, a kind of longing and dependence on family affection, but also a little uneasy about the future.
I hugged my sister and patted her on the back one by one, trying to soothe her inner turmoil in this way. My sister's head was buried in my shoulder socket, and I could feel her tears seeping through my shirt, leaving a wet mark on my shoulder. But I didn't care about that, I just hugged my sister blindly and tried my best to convey my love and determination.
After a long while, my sister finally raised her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. There was no hesitation in her eyes, replaced by a look of determination. I know that she has made a decision, and it is from her heart. We looked at each other and smiled, our eyes full of expectations for the future. Yes, as long as we are together, there is nothing that cannot be overcome.
We moved in together and started a new life.
"Whatever, do whatever you like. I replied with a smile.
In the early days, we got along well, talking and laughing. But after a while, small contradictions began to arise.
"Brother, why did you mess up my magazine again?" Once, my sister complained to me upset.
"I just flipped through it, you see too little, it's good for the eyes to look more. I explained with confidence.
After moving in with me, my sister seemed to start to regret it. She often misses the free and easy single life of the past, and is unhappy with some of my discipline and preaching. As an older brother, I was well-intentioned, for fear that something would happen to her. But my sister often just doesn't listen, and stubbornly thinks that she has grown up and doesn't need to worry too much.
Sometimes I feel pressured and taking care of my sister is more difficult than I thought. Some of her little problems give me a headache, but I can't really reprimand them harshly. After all, she is my dearest sister, and I just want the best for her, but I didn't expect it to cause so much trouble.
However, despite these small stumbling blocks, I am optimistic that as long as we are considerate of each other, with enough patience and wisdom, we will be able to get acquainted and get along well. We are close siblings, even if there is some small friction temporarily, we are still a family after all, and there is time to run in.
During that time, my sister would often look cold and perfunctory to my suggestions. Sometimes I said something, and she just frowned slightly, counting as a response. And I myself gradually began to tense, for fear that any of her small movements would cause accidents.
When we get along, I always have a serious face, and my words are full of worry and worry. Sometimes my sister would run away suddenly, and I couldn't help but stare at her back, and I would subconsciously clench my fists, as if I was ready to grab her.
Once, my sister was sitting on the couch watching TV while I was flipping through the newspaper. Suddenly, my sister stood up to go to the kitchen, and I subconsciously looked over. My sister apparently noticed my gaze, she turned her head, glared at me fiercely, then pouted and turned away. I let out a long sigh of helplessness and turned my attention back to the newspaper.
In this way, our contradictions accumulated little by little, and finally broke out on a sunny day. My sister was cooking that day, and I was sitting in the living room bored. Suddenly, a smell of smoke wafted out of the kitchen, and I hurried over.
"Sister, what are you doing? Why is it so smoky?" I asked anxiously.
"It's nothing, it's just accidentally burned a little. The younger sister replied perfunctorily.
"Look, the pot is almost dry! really, why was you so careless?" I was so anxious that I counted my sister down in a loud voice.
"Okay, okay, you're just worrying! Wasn't I negligent for a moment?" My sister is starting to get angry, too.
"You're just so careless! If something happens, have you thought about how I feel?" I rebuked loudly.
"Then you're too nosy! I'm not a kid anymore, so why do I want you to keep an eye on me?" My sister's tone also became very unfriendly.
After this quarrel, I felt very guilty in my heart. I had good intentions, but it seems like I've gone a little too far. My sister is no longer a little girl, and I shouldn't always interfere in her life, otherwise she will only become more and more disgusted. However, when I thought of her safety, I couldn't help but be nosy and protect her as best I could.
Both of us have our own reasons. But this doesn't fully explain our behavior, it only complicates the situation. We are intimate, yet so distant; We care about each other, but we always hurt each other. This contradictory relationship has put us in a predicament and we can't extricate ourselves for the time being.
None of us spoke again that day. The younger sister slammed the prepared meal on the table, and returned to the room in a huff, slamming the door shut. I was in the living room with a tense face, clenched fists screaming at the anger and helplessness in my heart.
Holding back tears, I picked up my sister's plate that had fallen on the floor and began to clean up the mess. Still, tears welled up in my eyes, and soon blurred my vision. I put down what I was holding, covered my eyes, and let the tears roll freely.
My sister wasn't much better in the room either. She curled up on the bed, her arms clasped around her knees, her shoulders shrugged and sobbing. Her eyes revealed deep remorse, but at the same time there was a hint of cynicism, as if she was accusing of something.
I don't know what to do.
Just as the atmosphere was going on, the doorbell rang suddenly. I wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve and walked over to open the door.
"What's wrong with you? I heard your loud noise, so I came over and looked. "The enthusiastic neighbor aunt stood at the door, her face full of concern.
"It's nothing, it's just a little contradiction. I said with a forced smile.
My aunt looked me up and down and frowned: "Don't pretend to be fooled with me, you guys are arguing a lot." As a brother and sister, is there anything big about it that I have to talk about?"
A deep sense of self-reproach and remorse arises. I realized that the fundamental reason why my sister and I had such a big argument was that we were both too complacent and forced our ideas on each other. I thought that what I did was for my sister's good, so I naturally asked her to obey; And my sister stubbornly thinks that she has grown up and doesn't need too much interference from others.
However, if this stalemate continues, we will only go further and further. The cornerstone of family affection is mutual understanding and tolerance, rather than blindly imposing it. I should respect my sister's independent personality and not treat her like a child who needs to worry about all the time. In the same way, my sister should be considerate of my good intentions, and not regard my concern as superfluous control.
My aunt saw my hesitation, so she stepped forward and patted me on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You all grew up with me, how can you quarrel like this? "
I nodded, thinking that my aunt had a point. At that moment, my sister's door opened, and she stood in the doorway, her eyes slightly swollen. We looked at each other, and suddenly we were a little confused.
At this moment, my aunt pulled the two of us and dragged us to the sofa and sat down. She sat between us and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry." You're all not young anymore, so if you have anything to say, dig out your heart for me. "
I stole a glance at my sister, only to see her head bowed, her eyes gloomy and melancholy. My heart softened, and I stepped forward and gave her a hug. My sister looked up at me in some surprise, and the melancholy in her eyes turned to relief. I realized that at this moment, the gap between us had been removed.
After this run-in, my sister and I both realized the root cause of the problem and were determined to correct it. I started trying to get along in new ways.
"Sister, what do you want to do today? "Once, I asked my sister that.
My sister froze for a moment, as if she didn't expect me to say that. She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's cook a big meal together, I haven't cooked for a long time." "
"Okay, it's up to you. I laughed.
Since then, I have tried to give my sister as much freedom as possible, and have reduced the amount of interference and preaching to her. And my sister has also learned to take the initiative to tell me about her inner troubles, instead of blindly forbearing. The way we get along with each other has changed dramatically, and family relationships have become intimate again.
That dispute was a great revelation to me. I realized that for someone my sister's age, excessive discipline and worry can be counterproductive. My sister is not a child, she is an independent, assertive adult, and I should respect her way of life and not impose my own ideas on her.
As for my sister, she also realized my kindness. She began to look at my actions with more gratitude and tolerance, and stopped turning away from my concern. Instead, she would take the initiative to tell me about her troubles and listen to me with an open mind.
Since then, our eyes have been lit up again by affection. I no longer always look worried, but I have learned to relax and give my sister more love and tolerance. My sister often smiled at me in return, and there was no longer a hint of wariness in her eyes, but instead she trusted me.
When we're together, it's also become more intimate. My sister would take the initiative to snuggle up in my arms, and I would hug her tenderly, just like when I was a child. Our body language reveals an unparalleled intimacy, as if the power of affection is flowing between us.
Once, I accidentally stepped on my sister's foot. In the past, my sister would immediately blame me for being careless. But this time, she just bared her teeth and gave me a forgiving look. I smiled knowingly, and a wave of warmth was surging in my heart. Yes, we have finally regained the purest family affection, and we will never be bothered by any mustard again.
In this way, we spent one sunny day after another. One morning, we sat side by side in the courtyard and watched the sun rise little by little over the horizon.