I am often faced with writers’ block and for all the good reasons — there isn’t anything good to write about. Being a Journalist, I get dismayed with the piles of negative information I am bombarded with on a daily basis. It is not a wonder that people are dying of stressful living every day. It isn’t a laughing matter, but people have to chew what they have been brewing. Like it or not.
So instead now, I will concentrate in writing about things that, as Marie Kondo always says, sparks joy within your soul. I will talk about sisters, which I have two, and who, I believe with all my heart, cares for me as dearly as I do them. No one speaks of their siblings these days, which is quite sad. No one speaks of how much their existence mean and everyone is left thinking that they are on their own and they cannot get help from the people they grew up with.
I always insist that I am lucky to have the siblings that I have. Perhaps its because I am the youngest and I could ask each and everyone of my siblings for any assistance and know they will come true for me. I would like to think that they can ask from me the same, and I would come true for them too. So far, however, they have not asked anything from me. Well, not directly. My nieces and nephews sometimes asks for favours, and I try to help whenever I can. That is just the way it is.