The bonds of brothers and sisters are quite amusing. There exists between these blood-relations unspoken trust and a shared understanding shaped simply by them having descended from the same minds. Growing up together then growing apart, only love seems to fill the void that is called distance. No matter their initial annoyance, they are the ones who will truly stay by your side even if everyone else has taken their leave. Thinking of them now, I feel safe.
How does one know if together they came into this world via the very same tunnel of a feminine nature? After twenty years, they find themselves at the dining table at 3:30AM eating barbequed pork together. Who is to say that we aren't just hungry ghosts answering to the call of the living? But of course, the stress I live with is the sole reminder that I am alive.
We are but missing the fourth pillar here in the city. Once she comes of age and joins our grieving party of adulthood, all four of us would be protected by the strength we share, matters of the heart becoming mere trifles that can be purged by meditating in boredom on the same bed, naked.
The mirth peculiar to the laughter of our siblings is the antidote to all of life's misfortunes.
Yes, we disgust each other with our habits that are known only to us, steal each other's underwear and where it fits, slide into somebody else's clothing, but that is precisely why we will never break: because we have learnt to love each other through all the hatred and fights that presented themselves before us, showering them in jovial forgiveness.
Loving as Geschwister is the most comforting form of love that will ever be known. The acceptance of one's nature by one's Geschwister is the divine model of acceptance that may even surpass that of a parent towards his or her own child.
Always, just love.
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