Sometimes love and attachment could be mixed up and hard to differentiate.
For Yara, it took her one best friend's wedding, her sister's engagement, her loneliness and a troubled patient.
After all love could happen anywhere, even in a room with a p...
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Now we're picking fights and slamming doors Magnifying all our flaws And I wonder why, wonder what for Why we keep coming back for more
- Scared to be Lonely, Dua Lipa
For the past few days my my life had been running through two particular things, planning my ex's wedding and a helping one particular troubled couple.
If that were what you thought would be the major setbacks of my life then you are absolutely wrong because right now I was about to enter the dungeon of all my problems, my parent's house.
It was like an unspoken deal between us. I visit them twice a month in exchange of them not bothering me for the rest of the time, no calls and texts or random visits.
The only con of this deal was they could throw all their complains they could have possibly picked out during these two visits about me and bombard them with all of them. Not letting me even fish out a reasoning to them.
So all of you could probably understand that It was going to be one delightful evening today.
As if it would have not been enough to just endure their silent tantrums, my sister thought it would be amazing to grace us with her presence and also bring some delightful news along with her.
You see, unlike siblings who have solid reasons to hate each other. I had nothing, we just knew that we mutually hated each other. At least I was completely sure about my side of hatred. And I had pretty solis reasoning as well.
It had been like this ever since we were small, and I partially blamed my parents for it. You see, I am the elder between the two of us. Just like any other parent in this world, I always got the you're the elder, she's gonna learn from you lecture.
And it was tiring, growing up where I was not left to make a single mistake or else I would be showered with abuses and lectures about my incompetence and that I was going to ruin my sister with me as well. It felt like she was even going to learn how to breathe from me when to my irony she learnt things from my parents instead of me. Like having the right to give me the pity look and lecture me when I did something wrong. I.coild feel the judgement of disapproval and disgust hammered onto my back.
So much for being the responsilbe elder. From childhood, I believed that I had to be a good role model to my sister, hence I excelled in all my academics and co-curricular activities. Never did something my parents wouldn't like me to do. Didn't even think about doing something against their wishes.
I wanted to look great in her eyes, but of course I wasn't. Because my parents were never enough happy with me.
Even if I was good at what I was supposed to be, they were not satisfied that I did not participate in all the house chores or learn the ladylike things. Or that I was not elegant enough, that I needed to work on manners and my appearance. I was too dark, too fat, too uncompatible to be called their daughter.
