“Beat me to death”
The stubborn child firmly believed her sister was siding with outsiders, and now she had even given her a severe beating. Under the waves of pain, she still uttered those words. The sister didn't indulge her—there's no child in the world that a paddle can't teach.
In the end, the mouth is no match for the paddle. The child admitted her mistake, but the apology carried a hint of defiance. How could the sister, who spent every day with her, fail to notice? She pulled the child in front of her, wanting to resolve her final inner knot. She wanted to step into the child's heart and embrace her purely, without any barriers. She didn't know what was wrong with the child today, only feeling that she was acting very unusually.
As soon as the child spoke, tears accompanied her words. She had endured for too long; the grievance of being wronged had weighed on her heart. Unable to turn the page, she lingered in place, helpless. But at that moment, her sister walked in and took her hand.
“Sister will stand by your side unconditionally. I believe in my little sister”
Those words were enough. The child understood her sister's intentions. This beating taught her the importance of communication—communication is the secret to maintaining close relationships. Misunderstandings make people impulsive and hurt those closest to them.
“For someone as broken as me, loving me means picking up the pieces one by one. It's truly too exhausting.”
“The one who loves you will happily pick them up while murmuring: This piece is mine, and that piece is mine too.”
Dear sister, we are each other's other half. I love you, just as you love me.