The Skates and Me

“Pray tomorrow,

Take me higher”

I had a tough year but I never said could it be worse? Because I knew you get what you expect. I promised myself that 2012 will be about new experiences and I kept this promise. I started wearing ballerinas instead of high heels and I stopped caring about my height though I’m not short, it might seem as a shallow change but HEY!! I tried something new.

Today I knew and felt “change”! I went for ice-skating for the first time in my life! First I hesitated but then I fell in love with the place, it’s an outdoor rink near the National Harbor and I saw how my brother smiling and how the wind moved his hair (he’s a pro when it comes to skating and I can’t tie the lace of the skate on my own) but his face expression made me smile and gave me the courage to give it a shot.

When I walked into the rink I felt the coldness, I placed my feet and I almost fell, thankfully my brother held my hands. I couldn’t handle the skating thing, I fell a lot and bruises colored my body but he held my hand every time and he taught me how to skate, he broke my heart cause my case was hopeless! I didn’t quit but I got bored and walked out. Then I sat back and watched him skate. Watching him made me wonder.. We argue a lot because we’re so a like just like positive and positive charges they’re the same but they repel, that’s Saif and I!

I teach him all the time, how to fold his clothes an never throw them anywhere. I teach him how to write an essay or form a proper sentence. I teach him science, about Newton’s laws, kinetic and potential energy, cells and humans. I teach him math, how to solve trigonometric equations, polynomials, factorizing and lot of complicated stuff. When I teach him, I must shout at him because he doesn’t focus! He keeps thinking about skates, how to “free style” and how to impress the people on the rink; sometimes I call mum to shut him up cause if she didn’t I’ll have to explain everything twice! But when I was on the rink with him, he held my hands and lifted me up every time I fell he didn’t shout or complain. He showed me how to move my feet right so I don’t fall.. I fell again and he held my hands one more time. Saif didn’t call mum to shout at me. He made me hold the corners so I don’t fall but guess what? I FELL AGAIN! Then he told me to hold his shirt so he can guide me. He didn’t get upset like I do when he makes me repeat the definition, which kinda surprised me.

At the end I came to a conclusion, I’m not a bad sister and he’s not a bad brother but we complete each other. I shout at him for his benefit and he helped stand again because he cannot see his older sister be bad at something. I knew he looked up to me. I mentioned “change “ at the beginning and today I changed. I changed cause no matter how much we argue or fight he’ll always be there for me and I’ll always be there for him. I know it’s a human instinct to care about your siblings but my mind and heart support this instinct. He’s annoying, stubborn and my brother too! I love him, I’ll take care of him no matter how old or tall he gets. (By the way I look like an elf when I stand next to him)

I wrote all of that because I experienced and learned something new. My little annoying brother taught me that I’ll always be here for the ones who love me even if their case is hopeless, like the skates and me.

Till I find another adventure.. 

Hope and Love 

Maitha the Parrot