A brotherly love

I had always joke abt my dad & sometimes put on a tantrum on how ridiculously biased & unfair he was among my brothers & I. But, I had never thought I had shoved the hurt, jealousy and anger so deep under the carpet that 7 years later, it hurts to dig it out. I mean it never really bothers me but it was during one of the seminars in Hillsong when I caught myself struggling with my tears while listening to this speaker talking abt letting go of yr past – be it physical, mental, emotional or sexual abuse.

There were so many times when aunt Evelyn had talked to me abt forgiveness and I would always think: “Yeah right, it’s really easier said than done.” But last Sun, while I was watching Love Actually for the second time, she succeeded. Or at least, breaking through the first barrier of my stubbornness. She prayed for me & it was only then I realised jst how much it still hurts sometimes. While I secretly wiped my tears hoping no one saw, my brother jumped right beside me at the couch, gave me a biggggg hug & kissed my forehead & jumped back straight to his board game... *awwwwwwww* How sweet! For that split second, I experienced what you called a brotherly love. Seriously, he had never done it before.