I know I was not there when you strode your way out of Mom's womb
But I would know just how your first cry should have sounded like
I would remember the way your tiny fingers might have curled into a perfect set of pink clouds
Or how your little feet must have trooped into our hearts
I would know, at that moment, that I had recognised you somewhere in Mom's tears and Dad's smile
And I just knew it! You would make a perfect partner in crime
My little sister has the knack for weathering the storm with a bubble gun
She could soothe a raging tornado into a gentle breeze
And should she walk through hell, she will come out of it with Cerberus as her pet
Maybe that's how my little sister picked her own name when she was six
But my little sister is just another black sheep in the family
She knows all too well how to origami her sadness into a perfect shape of laughter
She tucks wit in every space of the conversation
And hoping with patient anticipation that you could pick up the jokes
That is how she talks, how we talk
Know that she might seem at first like a wet blanket
Because she is not good at starting the conversation
And she will look for every exit in every conversation
So when you talk to her
Be sure to make room for laughter in every corner of your story
She has grown to be the person she's always meant to be
Imperfect, full of rough edges and kind
The early twenties have hit her hard
But I know she knows that they don't hit harder than our Mom
Addendum
To the man who is now dating my sister
I know that my Dad is not perfect
But he shows my sister how a man should love her woman
And that a man should never lay a hand on her woman
He knows how happiness should sound like in her laughter
He would never forget the perfect shape of delight in her smile
He teaches her that laughter is also a love language
So, on behalf of my Dad, I would like to let you know
That my Dad and I would notice if there is sadness quivering in her laughter
We would recognise the misery on her smile hanging from her lips
And we would know that you fucked up!
You may not be able to love my little sister the way my Dad does
You don't have to try to be like him
But please, be a home for her where she can feel like she belongs
And while she stays in it, do not forget to spare some spaces for laughter
You both can enjoy in the rainy days
Do not suffocate her with toxic masculinity shit because we have taught her what that is
Instead, let her help you build your life together
Because she knows well what to do
Because I know, the moment she walked out of our Mom's womb, my little sister would make a perfect partner in crime!
