Hi folks,
I am browni, I am a hybrid Pomeranian variety dog. I live in the small house with this beautiful family. Oh god, I miss her. She was the centre of attraction of the family, she was the light of their family, she was the gem of the family. Now, she got married, in her husband's home. I still remember everything . The first day they bought me. The way she held me in her small arms, the way she took care of me, the way she played with me, we became siblings so easily.
I remember the day she had a baby brother. She was so scared to lift him up with her own hands but she would often ask her mother to place him on her lap. She just treated him like a prince. When you give something to her, she would naturally ask, "another one for my brother?", If she is not in a position to ask so, she would give it to her brother wholeheartedly, happily, with love, care and affection. They went to the same school, everyday she would sacrifice her window seat to her brother, she loved him more-than herself.
I even wonder does her brother value her feelings?
Is he loving her back ?
Is he understanding her love?
Will he ever give her back something ?
It was a rainy day, they both grew up to an extent. She was in her class seven and her brother in class five. They were walking home form their school. All of a sudden a mad dog came infront of them. As usual, she tried to protect her brother. But deep down, he knew that his sister was scared of dogs. He let go of her grip and took her hand in his and stated to throw stones at the dog. It became much mad. He pushed her aside and shouted run, run , run and he went for a fight with that dog. He was no match for the dog. Hearing the noises, their neighbors rushed in and saved the boy.Now, I know "He would die, when it comes to his sister".
They would fight for a TV program,
They would fight for breakfast menu,
They would fight for the front seat in their car,
They would fight for all silly things and they would make each other win.
I remember all those moments,
The day he picked his sister up from her office, in his new bike.
The day she bought him a shirt in her first salary,
The day he graduated and handed the certificate to his sister and seek blessing from her,
The day she cried when the news of his abroad job, reached them.
He did all the work in her marriage, right from setting the stage till arranging the menu and venue. She was proud that he is so responsible and he was so proud that she was an ambassador of womanhood. When he came to the stage, when he held his sister's hand and congratulated her, she burst out crying. She was not worried about her make up, he was not worried about his costly suit, they knew clearly that if it hadn't been them, they wouldn't be in those places.
Sisters are always angles, they just don't bring in a name, they bring happiness, they bring responsibility, they bring maturity, they bring a part of you, they are just angels.
Just eat form your sister's hand after her marriage, then you would know, what it takes to be a younger brother.
Then you would know what to do, when your sister rises an eyebrow ! .
Dedicated to Sisters !
I remember the day she had a baby brother. She was so scared to lift him up with her own hands but she would often ask her mother to place him on her lap. She just treated him like a prince. When you give something to her, she would naturally ask, "another one for my brother?", If she is not in a position to ask so, she would give it to her brother wholeheartedly, happily, with love, care and affection. They went to the same school, everyday she would sacrifice her window seat to her brother, she loved him more-than herself.
I even wonder does her brother value her feelings?
Is he loving her back ?
Is he understanding her love?
Will he ever give her back something ?
It was a rainy day, they both grew up to an extent. She was in her class seven and her brother in class five. They were walking home form their school. All of a sudden a mad dog came infront of them. As usual, she tried to protect her brother. But deep down, he knew that his sister was scared of dogs. He let go of her grip and took her hand in his and stated to throw stones at the dog. It became much mad. He pushed her aside and shouted run, run , run and he went for a fight with that dog. He was no match for the dog. Hearing the noises, their neighbors rushed in and saved the boy.Now, I know "He would die, when it comes to his sister".
They would fight for a TV program,
They would fight for breakfast menu,
They would fight for the front seat in their car,
They would fight for all silly things and they would make each other win.
I remember all those moments,
The day he picked his sister up from her office, in his new bike.
The day she bought him a shirt in her first salary,
The day he graduated and handed the certificate to his sister and seek blessing from her,
The day she cried when the news of his abroad job, reached them.
He did all the work in her marriage, right from setting the stage till arranging the menu and venue. She was proud that he is so responsible and he was so proud that she was an ambassador of womanhood. When he came to the stage, when he held his sister's hand and congratulated her, she burst out crying. She was not worried about her make up, he was not worried about his costly suit, they knew clearly that if it hadn't been them, they wouldn't be in those places.
Sisters are always angles, they just don't bring in a name, they bring happiness, they bring responsibility, they bring maturity, they bring a part of you, they are just angels.
Just eat form your sister's hand after her marriage, then you would know, what it takes to be a younger brother.
Then you would know what to do, when your sister rises an eyebrow ! .
Dedicated to Sisters !
Nice one da
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