#InternationalWomen’sDay is typically #MH370 Remembrance Day for me. I wished all the lost and unfound souls are at peace now. They are officially missing and not found at this moment. Usually, I don’t celebrate this day in remembrance of them.
But this year, I choose to write about a woman that never failed to impress me. Finally, I have decided to write about her. She may not be reading this blog but I’m glad I chose to write about her.
She is my sister. She is married at very young age when she was only 19 years old. Now, she is 41 with four beautiful and genius children.
I lost the chance to grow together with her. I only got a year to stay under the same roof with her when I was 13 years old. Then, she got married.
The real bond started when she had her first child on 19 years old nine months after her marriage. Somehow, I had the opportunities to babysit her children. I can proudly say that I raised almost all her four children. By these, my bond with my sister grew stronger.
She is the most hardworking wife, mom and sister I have ever seen. The courage she had to keep going with family chaos which comes with all form without strong support of husband had amazed me.
At many occasions, I have seen her ignoring her pain to get up and work on daily house chaos to keep it clean and tidy. I hardly see her sad face. I don’t know how she is dealing with it or at least she is good in hiding it.
She is the man of the family. She woke up early to make coffee for school kids; she follows her husband to work and equally worked the hardcore job. She come back and manages the cooking and house chaos. She entertained her too depending father’s request. She is there to listens to peoples crumbles. (Trust me, there is bunch of group who are always sticking around her to share their sorrows and gossips with her) She takes care of the kids’ educations, expenses and the needs. She drove them to school. She manages all the relatives’ issues. She patiently entertained her husband dependence to entertain the visitors and cook for them. She will be a great helper at family functions. She is un-doubtfully an entertainer. She is a friend for a sister. She is a workaholic. She is a great lady. She is the “HERO” of that family. And, she is my sister.
I’m so proud of her. I doubt I can be like her. I doubt I can have the courage like her. She is a super mom and super lady. I’m not sure why she differs so much from my mom. I have a lot of respect for her. I always prayed hard for her happiness. I wish she can live for her at least once a while. I hope her husband and children can see what I’m seeing on her.
She is still working right now. She is working almost 30 days in a month as an operator for low salary to support the family even though she had to frequently bear the severe migraine pain.
Whenever, I felt down or lazy I’ll think about her. She is a great energy booster.
She is a perfect example for #Women’s Day. She is my sister and I’m glad she is my sister. Her name is Kavitha and I dedicate this to her.