The thought of the past, over her, estranged brother, how he'd, tried to, lift her out of her, depression, made an attempt to help her, but they'd lost contact with each other for some reasons now…translated…
Older Brother. We'd lost touch. Sometimes, not keeping in touch is, letting, go.
It was the summer of my sophomore year, with my college classmate, Yun-Chiu Hsiao, her younger sister, we'd gone to Kenting to the Springtime Concert Shout. We took that cheap greyhound with the cheesy drapes, with the pop 45 rotating tapes put on by the driver, all the way, we'd, arrived to southern Taiwan.
The ocean is deep blue, while my heart, blue from the, depression. My older brother, in that small room, told his friend the disc jockey, "She's my younger sister, she has depression.", I'd smiled lightly, a bit, nervous, as there is a roomful of musicians who were strangers to me. John Lin kept his eyes zoomed in on me, without a word, with his body stiffened, asked, "Do you want some specialty cakes from Taichung?"
I'd dragged my luggage, the way is paved with the pebbles, the wheels made the noises as I'd dragged the luggage across, my older brother, with his luggage in his hand, with the black vinyl inside, that he was going to play at the show on the night, we'd dragged out those luggage along, in the heated up summer, heard the clacking noises.
the concert from way back when...photo from online
Before the show, he'd asked if I wanted to go to the beach to take a walk with him. Hsiao and his younger sister came along too, but the two sisters, they'd, stayed, far, far away from us. Don't know where my older brother found a piece of torn up newspaper, paved it on the sand, we sat next to one another. Because of how we're strangers, we were, without a word, just, gazed into the oceans unconsciously, waited for the time to, pass us both, by.
After awhile, he'd, taken up the newspaper, we'd taken the photos together by the beach, I in my blue t-shirt, dark green skirt, he in his yellow t-shirt, with a pair of blue jeans on, he'd wrapped his arms around my shoulder, we were both wearing shades, didn't smile too brightly. This was, the only photo of us together after we were, adults. I'm real glad, that it was of the oceans, and not of, anything, else.
So, there's that tiny hint of regret, of this younger sister's losing contact with her older brother, they'd become, estranged from each other for whatever reasons there may be, and, the trip was the older brother's attempt to help cheer his younger sister up, to get her out of her, depression, and maybe, the woman felt glad, over how her older brother cared for her, to get her to go out with him to the beaches to the concerts, to hopefully, give her a boost that she'd needed out of her, depression.
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