I only get to see my sister twice a year. If we’re blessed enough, we could spend more time together, more often.

It always strikes me how long I have missed her and how much she has grown (because she is always the little sister of mine). She always surprises me with her thoughts and new ‘behaviors’, simply because I have missed most parts of her life.

Last week, I received a sms from her..

“Che, come and see me, ok?”

Despite my busy schedule, I knew I had to be there. Hence, I took a coach down to KL, eagerly to see her.

I waited for her at a petrol station. Tired and hungry, my blood boiled. “Something never change..” I grumbled. But as soon as I saw her driving her little car approaching from far, my heart smiled. I missed her being herself.

Looking at her maneuvering the car around corners in KL, I realized she has morphed into a city-person.

“How long have you been staying here?” I asked.

“Well, almost 5 years now. Wow..can’t believe we have left home for so long! And we both own a place! Kinda…” She laughed.

“Yup, almost 7 for me.”

A must-have Ramlee Burger (roadside one)

Assam laksa (penang laksa is still the best!)

People always say that you could judge a person’s lifestyle and personalities by looking at her house. During my short stay at her place, I have learned more about my sister now. There is something I just won’t get to see back at our folks’ house, eg. The mess.

She has a full set of make-up tools, neatly-folded fresh laundry in huge plastic bags (yeah, she paid to get her laundry done), clothes and stuff were all over the place, toilet that ran out of toilet paper… All are the tell tale signs of a busy working city person. Being a big sista, I nagged her, of course.

At THE CURVE, a great weekend market to shop. I bought her this ladybird bag, 5 pairs of earrings and a cool top.

During the last day, she sent me to Puduraya Bus Terminal. That place is notorious for high crime rate! To me, it is also a carbon monoxide chamber.

I wore a skirt that day. She saw and raised her voice.
“HOW CAN YOU WEAR SUCH A SHORT SKIRT TO PUDU! So dangerous! Go and change!!!”

“I don’t have pants..” I murmured

“Aiyoh!! You CANNOT wear skirt!! I lend you my pants.”

When we were waiting for my coach at the terminal, I wanted to take a picture to show you guys how dirty and chaotic the place was but, my little sister nagged..again,

“Please don’t take out your camera, NOT IN HERE!”

“Aiyah…just take a quick picture..”

“What are you SO IGNORANT! You have be to more alert in places like this!”

Who is the big sista now huh..? I felt so “domesticated”.

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