You Are My Success

Support 3.

She applied to a well-known public university the next year, took judiciary and studied law. For she wanted to be just like dad, a judge. She wanted to satisfy dad. At that time, dad knew that he should be footing her whenever she is in need. Dad was finally proud of her.

At the day of registration, I caught her tearing up in her dormitory. We were helping her unpacking her things. Her eyes crystalised, her face turned red. She couldn't talk properly for she was sobbing. She finally got what she wanted. A life just like what she had planned. It was hard for us and herself to say 'good-bye' to each other. We barely heard her saying them. She had never been apart from us for she is close to us. Oh, I missed her so bad now.

She already got her driving license, so she would drive herself anywhere she wants to without troubling her parents. The thing she hates the most is burdening others. She cooks by herself, helps her mother with chores and houseworks, guides her siblings in academics and so on.

She participated in some charity and volunteer works. She also experienced working with dad for a while. She became the person that people can trust to. People praise her, salute her and adore her. She was kind to others, so people respect her in return.

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"Sophie! Are you still cleaning up your room? You better do. Or else... " mum yelled.

"Yes, yes I am. I learnt my lesson mum, I regret postponing my work." I sighed, knowing that mum would threaten me with her nagging all the time. I don't blame her though. She was right. Mothers are always, ALWAYS right.

Instead of doing my chores, I resumed scavenging the box. I found her hair brush. She has that long and healthy dark shiny hair. Just like in the commercials of a shampoo brand. She used to tie her hair into braids and sometimes she just tied it simply into a ponytail. She brushes her hair constantly to untangle her knots every night.

Not long after she studied in the university, God the Almighty wanted to test her. She got sick with high fever up to 41 degree Celsius. The doctors suspected her of dengue. She was admitted to the hospital during the holy month of Ramadhan and only spent one month in campus.

The first one week at the hospital, the doctor then suspected something else. It wasn't dengue but a bacterial infection somewhere in her lungs and heart. The housemen and the nurses took good care of her.

Mum was always there by her side. Never left her, not even a day she had the thought of leaving her alone in the hospital. Injections and blood testing turned to an everyday routine.

Imagine her pain in every injection, in every needle that went into under her skin. Needles after needles. Not to mention when there's this one time, the nurse themselves mistakenly poke her with the bloody sharp needle. I was there to witness! Gosh I could slap that nurse anytime!

She couldn't fast, not even a day she was allowed to.

She decided to cut her hair off. Now, her hair is at its shortest hairstyle that she had ever cut. That was easier for her to manage herself. Oh how I missed her long hair now.