My Wondrous Life as a Violist

My Little Sister (Part 1)

          My relatives always obsess over my sister. I don't understand why though. Sure she's cute, but when you both live in the same home, it gets irritating real fast. On one hand, it's nice to play with her once in a while. However, being forced to watch her for even 30 minutes is a nightmare. *sigh* Where to begin?

        First of all, her hatred against me. For some reason, she's the most "sweetest angel" in front of everyone except me. One minute, she's throwing a tantrum because she doesn't get what she wants. And the next, she's bowing to our elders while saying, "goodbye." Whenever I try to sit in the back of the car with her, she shoos me away and points to the passenger seat shouting, "Get out!" T_T she's only 2 years old...

     Now, you might be wondering, "How is this topic related to my story about violas?" Well, fellow readers (if there are actually any), my little sister is part of the reason why I can't focus on practicing. Here's a short scenario...

~Practicing~

        Ave Maria, a song played at funerals. I have to "breath," so I can be at peace. *sharply inhales through nose* *loudly exhales through mouth* I carefully listen to the beat of the metronome. *beep* *beep* *beep* Placing my bow on to the A string, I carefully play with "emotion." Closing my eyes to "get into character."

      (Sister cries in the background as my dad scolds her for not going to sleep.) Why can't the walls be soundproof? The doors are barely any help with blocking the noises. Why can't I ever find peace or quiet in this house? *internally cries*

~The Story of My Life~

        There was this one time when I decided to practice, while babysitting her. On a side note, she spends at least 40% of her days watching youtube, lying on the bed. As soon as I start playing, she cries (literally), "Get out! Get out!"  Now I play songs like, "The Wheels on the Bus" and, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" whenever we're both in the same room. She still hates my guts...

        Despite being 2 years old, she can get very aggressive. Here's what happened yesterday~

Me: "(Sister's name), I'm going to Mom (who's lying on the bed)."

Sister: No!!! *runs to the bedroom*

Me: I run and jump onto the mattress, lying there.

Sister: (runs and climbs onto the bed, yanks my hair [very forcefully ;-;], hugs, and kisses our mom.

Me: *still recovering over her hostility, while heart shatters to pieces*

~To Be Continued~

A/N: As her sister, it is my duty to guide her through the harsh realities of this world. But her actions towards me make me not want to...  :p