#siblingsforlife

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  • soulstruck5 131w

    Brother

    Cared for my needs, my first love .
    Unexplainable bond, a relation with which I have a deep connection to.
    Unspoken words as we grew old.
    Distance can only be a matter of time.
    In the hearts we are still childlike, memories down the lane.. 
    Counting the laughter and joy shared together on the tip of my fingers.
    Lost and lonely when I feel, you are always here to hear.
    Bro I love you more than the world would've ever known.

    ©soulstruck5

  • readwriteunite 268w

    I loved my sister, a lot.

    My sister is one of the sweetlings on the Earth. She is humble, caring and loved by all. She takes care of every little thing at home when our mom is not around. She is my parents' favourite child. They would leave the house to my sister to take care if they had to go out. But my brother doesn't like her at all. He hates her and thinks she is a dominating person who keeps nagging him for every little thing, be it getting a few certain house-hold chores done or putting his belongings in their proper place. They would always be at sixes and sevens. Whenever my sister would ask him to clean his own room, he would resist and won't even budge. This would make my sister go mad at him and they both would end up in a duel. One day, when our mom and dad had gone to visit my mom's old school friend in a nearby town, my sister and my brother, again, got into a heated argument over a petty thing of placing his musical instrument back into its place. And soon, I could hear both of them swearing to kill and throwing things at each other. And then, I heard a loud thud. My brother screamed in a horrifying wail. It was my sister. She was lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. My brother in a state of fright, with both his hands covering his ears, looked at me and then at a pair of pink scissors in my hand, dripping with blood.



    ©miracleish

  • miracleish 268w

    I loved my sister, a lot.

    My sister is one of the sweetlings on the Earth. She is humble, caring and loved by all. She takes care of every little thing at home when our mom is not around. She is my parents' favourite child. They would leave the house to my sister to take care if they had to go out. But my brother doesn't like her at all. He hates her and thinks she is a dominating person who keeps nagging him for every little thing, be it getting a few certain house-hold chores done or putting his belongings in their proper place. They would always be at sixes and sevens. Whenever my sister would ask him to clean his own room, he would resist and won't even budge. This would make my sister go mad at him and they both would end up in a duel. One day, when our mom and dad had gone to visit my mom's old school friend in a nearby town, my sister and my brother, again, got into a heated argument over a petty thing of placing his musical instrument back into its place. And soon, I could hear both of them swearing to kill and throwing things at each other. And then, I heard a loud thud. My brother screamed in a horrifying wail. It was my sister. She was lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. My brother in a state of fright, with both his hands covering his ears, looked at me and then at a pair of pink scissors in my hand, dripping with blood.



    ©miracleish