This life has taught me many lessons… yet there are lots of questions with no answers.
To have someone which you can fully trust, rely on, count on, is almost impossible these days. The world has flip flop the society into something new. On a virtual world, for instance, we talk to strangers blindly, reject friends, create a new you and delete the old one. Virtual romance… flirts and talks dirty whenever you want and feel like to.
There’s hardly any soul which words you may take for granted, and seeing isn’t believing. A relationship is becoming vague, and a simple thing has become complex. One another get suspicious, paranoia, and lead to pre-assumption. Everyone tells a lie… although not all can tell it well.
It reminds me of my first big lie… back when I was 8. My aunt who’s a career woman used to ask a neighbor, Jane, to watch over me after school. Almost every single day I spent with Jane. She’s nice for a stranger, and I remember clearly how she sometimes likes to stare at me, I don’t know why… anyway…
One day, I initiated to start a friendly chat by telling her that I actually have a twin sister, and I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about it. She was a bit surprised and started to ask where my sister is. I told her …my parents had separated me from my sister, that’s why I end up living with my auntie.
When I dramatized the story… interestingly, she believed in every word I said, so I kept on going. Without a single doubt she started to feel touched by it.
Day by day, the lie goes on even further, and I started to bring my two different pictures. I told her one of them is my sister, and I described well how we are the same and slightly different.
Jane had the idea that I missed my sister too much and it was not good for me to get separated from her, so then she talked to my aunt about it.
Jane was very surprised when she found out all was just a lie. Luckily, She wasn’t upset, nor mad, she was just worried with this kid who tell a lie so well.
A twin sister, to accompany throughout the lonely childhood. One thing I’m happy with… I tell it well. It was soo much fun …
Life often turns upon small things like a flickering of an oil lamp, and that’s the birth of a story. People need stories more than bread itself. They tell us how to live and why. And stories are less simple than we think they are…
