[ ... so that’s how it felt. she didn’t really understand what the other girl was saying but, somehow, she understood the concept of family a little better now. to have a family meant that you were never alone, no matter what the circumstances. in that moment she couldn’t help but wonder if that was how her younger sister felt, smiling happily as she always did in photographs. did she feel as though, no matter what, their parents would stand by her through thick and thin? that they would love her without comparing her to her older sister?
it must be nice though, to know that your family would stand by your side regardless of who or how you are. the only memory that stood out to ririchiyo was when her father hit her for admitting in how she felt like she was always living in her normal younger sisters’ shadow. what right did she have to feel that way? she was the throwback, the lucky charm; what chance did her younger sister have in being more like her? she was normal. even if she knew why her father reacted the way he did and accepted what he was saying, she couldn’t simply erase the envy she felt. ]
... I don’t understand it all that well, but I’m sure it’s nice. [ and she meant that. ] When I was younger, I told my father how I was jealous of my normal little sister. I felt like I was always being compared to her no matter what I did and that’s when he struck me. At that time he said to me; “What do you know!? What do you know... Compared to you, who is in a more pitiful situation?” It was then that I realised that his eyes that were brimming over with tears weren’t out of confusion and nor were they for me. They were tears of compassion for my sister, and not me.
Even so, I understand what he meant now. I don’t want anyones compassion; in fact, I feel blessed to have the life that I have because I have people who try and understand me. Even for someone like me, there are people like that. That, in itself, makes me happy.
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it must be nice though, to know that your family would stand by your side regardless of who or how you are. the only memory that stood out to ririchiyo was when her father hit her for admitting in how she felt like she was always living in her normal younger sisters’ shadow. what right did she have to feel that way? she was the throwback, the lucky charm; what chance did her younger sister have in being more like her? she was normal. even if she knew why her father reacted the way he did and accepted what he was saying, she couldn’t simply erase the envy she felt. ]
... I don’t understand it all that well, but I’m sure it’s nice. [ and she meant that. ] When I was younger, I told my father how I was jealous of my normal little sister. I felt like I was always being compared to her no matter what I did and that’s when he struck me. At that time he said to me; “What do you know!? What do you know... Compared to you, who is in a more pitiful situation?” It was then that I realised that his eyes that were brimming over with tears weren’t out of confusion and nor were they for me. They were tears of compassion for my sister, and not me.
Even so, I understand what he meant now. I don’t want anyones compassion; in fact, I feel blessed to have the life that I have because I have people who try and understand me. Even for someone like me, there are people like that. That, in itself, makes me happy.