I always try to meet my sister and her family whenever I visit Singapore. She’s my youngest sister and yet the first to enter marriage life. I love her since the day she’s born. Well, six year difference between us has made me the big sister who loved to look after her when she’s little. She’s the little sister who I, my brother, and my younger sister like to tease – we always befriended her because we knew we could get her share of meal, candies, or goodies *smile*. Well, little kids are actually very tricky when they need to get what they want.
I cried in her wedding mass – my little sister had actually taken a bold step to keep her commitment in front of God to be a wife and mother. I am really proud of her – though she’s the youngest, she’s not a spoiled brat. She endured seven-year long distance relationship before she married her husband. She went to the hospital by herself on the minute she felt the contraction before she delivered her first born daughter – Mandy. At that time her husband worked in Batam. Now, my brother-in-law is working in Thailand – and she has to take care of her children and house mostly by herself.
Friday night after I arrived at her apartment and played with her children, I called her. I told her that I wanted to have dinner with her. (I told the kids that I needed to see the doctor, otherwise they would ask to tag along with me to see their mother, he, he,…)
Since she still had to work, I walked and did some shopping by myself. I called her again asking her to call the day off because I was so hungry – I did have ice cream to calm myself down *smile*. Around 8:30PM we went to Imperial Treasure at Suntec City (she works at UBS in Tower Five) to have dinner. We ate and talking about a lot of things, from work, family, friends, office politics, etc. Lately her work has eaten up a whole chunk of her time with her children. She hates it but can’t help it.
We arrived at the apartment around 10 at night and the children already fell asleep. I took my shower, unpacked my luggage, and had myself ready to accompany her to pick up her husband at the airport.
It’s fifteen past twelve at night and we already hit the road to the airport. It’s my brother-in-law’s regular bi-monthly trip to see his family. I asked her, “Aren’t you tired of doing so many things?” I knew it’s not easy to juggle family and career life in very competitive Singapore. She laughed – yes, some of her friends wonder how she could do it all: wake up at 4:30 in the morning, prepare herself to the office, watch her children get ready for school, working about 12 to 13 hours, get home and check on her children’s homework and critical complaints. On Saturdays she has to accompany her children to the swimming practice in the morning, drops laundry, does grocery shopping, accompany her daughter to catechism class and go to Church with the children in the late afternoon.
My brother-in-law took the wheel on the way home. I heard them talking about their things and the children. In my heart I prayed for them, their marriage, and their children. I hope God keeps the troubles away. May they always think that once their love started it all.
She’s my youngest sister and I admire her commitment, strength and spirit.