“Look at your niece, isn’t she cute?” my sister asked, sending me an image. I could not move my fingers to type a single word, as I thought it was me. People would usually tell me that my niece was a copy of me when I was a kid. She was wearing a jumper, with a bright smile on her face, in the picture. It was my jumper. My sister still kept it, a Pikachu machine-knit jumper that she had bought for me when I was 13 years old.
That year, when I was 13 year old, on 3rd April, I tried to guess what my gift was when I heard my sister’s excited voice. I finally gave up the idea and asked her to just show me. She asked me to open my eyes to see the gift. I couldn’t express how happy and surprised I was to see the Pikachu jumper. The Pikachu image in yellow was highlighted on a grey background. I have been nicknamed “Lovely Pikachu” since then.
My sister worked and studied at the same time and she prepared for that gift for years. I wore it most of the time, and it became part of my life. I grew up, and it became too short for me, but I considered it a new style. I didn’t really know if I had loved Pikachu before or I loved it because of her since that day. With only this jumper, I could survive in any cold weather conditions, not because it was thick enough, but because of the warmth from my sister’s love.
As I grew up, I could do things for my sister as she had done for me. If before that I could only make everything by myself, I could now buy something and put my love into it for my sister.
She loved and appreciated every single thing that I gave her. I could not stop laughing at seeing my sister wearing the same clothes every time I went back home, even though the clothes became old and soiled. '“Are you serious? Your house can’t contain all clothes you own. U always wear the same thing anytime I come home^^ ... Please wear the nicer ones and then I would love to see you more.” I naughtly joked.
She just smiled back, as usual - the smile saying, “I feel happy wearing the clothes you gave me, especially when you are with me.”
I went to silent. I felt touched and loved.
Love is a choice. Love can make normal things special.
Have a loving week my friends
