Somehow i was okay with the world in which my mother didn’t exist, i thought i’d be alone from now on in the fortress of solitude that i have created but boy i couldn’t have been more wrong. My elder sister was like a second mother to me, consoling me whenever i felt lonely and i have an elder brother whose tough love perfectly complimented my sister’s impact in my life. Although i sometimes feel my sister had to grow up faster and take more responsibilities of mine than she was supposed to at that age. I am more of practical than emotional person and my options were get sad at home or move forward in my life, so i decided to go to school 2 days after my mother died for which i thought my class mates will be supportive of but again i was wrong. I got more judgemental silent stares as i walked past those same corridors where i made some great friends and had wonderful fun memories. People were judging me for i was strong enough to move forward and accept the path with a courageous smile rather than mourn the loss for eternity. As i see it, i lost one person and i got two sisters and a brother to make up for the void. I lived a life till 16 thinking friend’s are the people who are with you till the very end though thick and thin, but as the events happened i realized there is nothing more important than family no matter what kind of people are they or how much you get mad at eachother and sometimes just wanna fight to death. My elder sister taught me to be independent and supportive, my brother taught me patience and true value of myself and the youngest one taught me how it’s all right to break rules and to live without a care in the world and just enjoy the present which i am still not able to do. Loving solitary confinment is fine as long as you have people who love you.
