They have confessed their love for you, for each one saw a fragment of your soul that mysteriously kindling their very own, gentle as falling petals tickling the senses. But when these fragments eventually piece back in front of you, only you have the chance to fall in love with such wholesomeness, and becoming the lover for yourself no one else can ever compete. And this, perhaps, is the best gift from love. Be grateful.
Poet’s Journal — The Rebel Sisters
This week, I shout out to my cousin Charles who has successfully and marvellously defended his Ph.D dissertation in France. I am very proud of him and yet at the same time, my thoughts can’t help but wondering about the life of my another cousin, Lily.
I was, by no means, the first one to commit filial disobedience against the tyranny of my family for there was another girl rebelled before me. She was Lily.
In my family, there are ten of us belong to the same generation. We are eight boys and two girls. I am the younger girl and Lily is the eldest of all of us. Among us ten cousins, I was the only one who lived far away from my grandparents’ grand house and their vast orchards. Because of it, I only saw Lily twice in my life so far; nonetheless, she was remembered in my heart as the beautiful and affectionate elder sister. She had been kind to me.
Yet Lily’s story was a disturbing one. Long story short, Lily had never felt love all her life until her meeting of a man who she believed was “the love of her life” and eloped with him. Her parents responded by excluding her from the family altogether. She was banned to ever come back home.
For many years, I had secretly hoped that Lily would find heavenly joy, despite intuitively knowing that she had rebelled for the wrong cause and that it was a deadly mistake for a woman to elope with anyone. One time, I heard from cousin Ron (her brother) that Lily gave birth to a daughter out of wedlock and her lover left her. She wrote to her parents asking for help and was turned down coldly. After that, no one knew her whereabouts.
Exactly ten years after cousin Lily, I also rebelled. But this time, I eloped with myself only and for myself only. It was a painful but rewarding move. What happened next for me was a story for another time.
Every now and then, I still miss Lily. (Even during Charles’s dissertation defense😂🥲….really not so nice of me 😬)
I pray her life is a blessed one, wherever she is at this very moment.