The heart of the older sister, paying back the parents for bringing her up…translated…
A Set of Gold Jewelry Was Given Me to Keep for Her Marriage, Earrings, Necklace, Ring and Several Bengals & Bracelets, with the Beautiful Floral Patterns Carved onto Each, Very Heavy in Weight too………….
Received a call from my older sister, asking if it would be convenient, as she wanted to leave a set of jewelries at my place, she'd explained, that if one day, I can't support my parents anymore, that I can sell the jewelry pieces for her, to help her repay our parents for raising her. As I'd heard her, I'd felt my heart tightened, and can't figure out why, she'd had this way of thought, she'd appeared, quite, healthy to me.
And what she'd placed with me was a set of golden pieces for marriage, earrings, necklace, ring, and many bracelets, with the beautiful patterns carved on each and every one, very heavy in weight, meant how much my sister's in-laws weighed her so heavily in their, minds. My older sister quit her job as an executive assistant, planned to find a job relating to her studies, and yet, shortly after she was wed she was pregnant, and so, she'd begun her path as a full-time mother, transitioned from a working class into a stay-at-home mom.
The endless rounds of sanitizing, cleaning up, breastfeeding, rocking her son to sleep, the household chores, like the protagonist, Phil of Groundhog Day, living February second again, again, and again, not knowing when spring will, come.
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And because my older sister breastfed, bleeding was normal to her, and she would, have a fever because of inflammation in her mammary glands, gastroesophageal reflux. She could no longer keep that regular schedule and diet anymore, locked herself in, lost contact with her friends, naturally, she'd not, kept her looks up, and because she didn't have the mind or the time to get herself made up, she'd begun, losing self-confidence.
And I see all of this happening to her, and every other day, we'd called each other up, asking how one another's doing in life, that was how I'd learned, how fatigued she'd become, after she'd had her son; or maybe, it's because of how she became weakened in her immune system, she'd gotten ill a lot, which caused her upsets. And in this chaos, my older sister still worried about our parents, to the pessimistic beliefs of if one day, she dies before they do, my brother-in-law may not be willing or able to, keep on giving money to our parents to help them live. Then, she'd, passed this thought, to me.
Actually, my sister had been independent, a woman of not very many, words, and hadn't been interactive enough with our parents, in the past, I'd always thought, that she'd become, disconnected to her families. Or maybe, it's how she'd become a mother now, she'd learned about what's been given to her by our, parents, or, maybe, she's, innately, a fitting daughter, it's just that she didn't get a chance to express, anyways, at this moment in time, I'd, noted how much she'd, loved our, parents.
I'd, carried my older sister's jewelry carefully, collected her heart, along with the glow of shiny gold feeling, and I pray, that I shall, never need to, sell them.
And so, this is how a woman, pays her parents back for raising her up, and she'd thought too much, but because we never know when we will die, that's why, this woman felt the need to be prepared, if that day ever comes, and that's the heart of a daughter, paying back the upbringing of her toward her own, parents.
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