I think I was too harsh on my brother the other day. But he was downright rude and he crossed the line that day. Tested my patience for far too long. That day was the ultimate, he pushed me too far. I was so damn angry with him. Furious, raging mad as hell and it got worse when he retaliated. Oh my gosh, my blood level I swear was up to my head and overflowing.

I gave him one tight, hard slap across his face. I never did that for years. And I don't like hitting my siblings. Never did. I felt terrible inside. I spared him a good beating from my dad. I know he deserves to be taught a lesson but I couldn't bring myself to do it. If I had told my dad about it, he'll prob be half-dead now. No, actually I don't think so cos my dad has simmered down a lot. He hardly touches us anymore but that was why my brother got out of hand. Cos he always gets away scot-free.

Above all, I hope he learned the lesson. Not to be rude to his elders and that respect has to be earned, not expected. Those mean things I said to him... of cos I nvr meant it. It was harsh. Things said out of anger. Of cos I forgave him. He is after all a kid, still learning and growing. Of cos I understand. How can a sister not forgive her own blood. Yes, he may hv said those mean things abt me... it hurts, but it's ok. I couldn't care anymore.

He had a fever after that. Somehow, I feel it's because of that whole episode. I never spoke to him. It's easy to forgive but to forget... it's difficult, esp when it hurts that bad.

But who cares whether it hurts or not. The most imp thing is that we teach him what's right and what's wrong. At least, I hope he can grow up to be a better person than he is now. That is all I ask of him.



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