My immediate senior sister is way too nice. Growing up I used to disrespect her a lot because she would do nothing to me if I did. She would only cry when she would be reporting my disrespect to my parents, and I would laugh at her and tell her she was crying when I had not even beaten her, what would happen if I had touched her even slightly? This would make her cry even more.
I always took her for granted because I thought she loved me too much to lay her hands on me, she always easily forgave me whenever I hurt her, I never bothered how I hurt her, just wanted to have a laugh. Though some of the time I did it deliberately just to see if she would for once stand up and do something about it.
I enjoyed her niceness most of the time, but some other times I was just too angry with her that she would let me disrespect her so and always let it pass. I secretly wanted her to rebuke me or even hit me or just do something.
This went on for years and if there was one person who was really upset about it, it was my mom. She knew exactly what was going on and was angry that my dad believed I was innocent and wouldn’t discipline me. I truly loved my dad for this. My mom would warn me about how my sister would so beat me up one day that I would literally be afraid to ever insult her again. I thought that was impossible, if she had not done it for all these years, why would she want to do it now? She is way too soft and too nice and too loving.
She is not like my other siblings who would give me spanks for as many times as I insulted or disrespected them, only when my dad was not around though. She was and I believe still way too nice for all that and I took this for granted, so for granted. But this was soon to be short lived, she soon proved me wrong even though just once.
This day looked like all other days; I still cannot remember what it was I did, but for the first time in my life, my sister got really upset and gave me the beating of my life. If I had kept quite when she slapped me, she perhaps wouldn’t have gone any further but my mouth wouldn’t let her hands be still. My mom was happy for her; she took the opportunity of my dad’s absence and encouraged her not to stop until I kept quiet and apologized. I was panting for breath, yet running my mouth in between the shortest breaths ever. She was crying while beating me, until I threw up, fell on the floor and apologized. She cried and cried that day while asking me why I didn’t apologize earlier. I was too tired to respond; I just gathered some strength and cleaned up my vomit as my mom insisted.
That was the last time I ever insulted my sister again, I tried not to ever take her for granted and take her love to mean foolishness or weakness. I am loving her much better than I did in those years past, she is the only sister I have right now and I feel obliged to let her know that I really love, respect and appreciate her.
It is easy isn’t it, to take the loved ones in our lives for granted, to take for granted the love with which people love us with? I had the opportunity to make it up, but sometimes we do not always get the opportunity to.
Love… she is never rude; she never thinks just of herself
Love worketh no ill to his neighbor…
But God chose the foolish things of this world to put the wise to shame. He chose the weak things of this world to put the powerful to shame.