Dear Sister :) It's All about You to Me.

This is strange.

I still feel uncomfortable when you called me 'adek'.

The story between you and me.

Story of you and me in the past.

This is strange.

I always remember you never to called me like that.

Just called my name.

There is a distance between us that is always together.

This is strange.

You and me in the past.

Fighting, yelling at each other, hate each other.

I still remember.

You always make me cry.

Didn't protect me, like the other sisters.

All happened before, makes me feel like I life myself.

Whereas the only sister I have only you.

But we don't like the other sisters.

Sometimes,

Maybe we have the same clothes, or similar stuff.

But it wasn't enough to make me feel I'm not alone.

I don't know how you feel at that time.

I know, you're like me and never converge.

Ah, sometimes, I wish you didn't exist.

You, too, may have wished I had never born.

"First born sister to protect her younger sister.

younger sister born after older sister because the younger one need protection. "

All the words is like bullshit.

Which I know is you and me didn't close.

But I can't hate you forever.

Because you and me actually have each other.

I know, you're actually really loved me.

Because only me, younger sister you've got.

Teach me the Japanese language, introducing me litmus paper and acid-base, introducing me a matrix, showing methe form of diskettes, showing me transverse leaf images.

Apparent all that you learned in high school, you introduce me who was in elementary school.

Sometimes you make fun of me.

With your long hair, you let it break down on my head.

I had one that used to cut my hair short, certainly refuse.

But you always insist, and said "well, you have long hair now."

You and me in the past.

I don't completely hate you.

When you are not at home, I secretly look at all your things.

Writings in a book lesson, letters tucked between pages of a book, or a photo of your boyfriend.

I know everything.

Your diary too, as well as the stories that you experience out there, where I can not see it.

We are not close.

So this is how I know you laneways closer.

Everything I founnd out information about you own then make it a secret.

Because I know, I have a sister who's just you.

All changed when it was time we growing up.

When the school makes between us more distance away.

Not in the same house.

Didn't meet every day.

Didn't talk every day.

This is strange.

What we did remains as before.

I'm glad you're not home, and I still don't know how you feel.

Then, here we are now.

Really has changed.

Especially you, is much more mature.

Thinks that I as people who may be asked about your boyfriend.

Or talk about the things we want to achieve together.

This is weird.

When you called me 'adek'.

Not only  when you said it in front of me, but also in front of your friends.

I'm still not used to be this one habit.

But I'm happy.

Although once in a lifetime you call me that.

I'm thankful to have a sister like you.

Even though not the perfect sister.

But to me, you're a great big sister and really understand me.

And I am happy, I am your younger sister.

I want you to know that I love you, Onee-sama. ^ ^

* but I was too shy to say it directly. Maybe you're also so *

Kkk~ Terima kasih.