24 April 2007

From the corner of my eye, I saw Krystal stop in front of that new shop. Ignoring her, I continued on my way, knowing she would eventually follow suit. She always did.

I stepped onto the asphalt road just as the green man came on. Halfway across, I swivelled round to see Krystal still at the shop front. Pursing my lips, I yelled at the top of my voice to get her moving, earning a few annoyed stares from passers-by. Without waiting, I proceeded to cross the road. Why should I wait? After all, she should be able to take good care of herself at the age of thirteen. I remembered again the jealousy that I had for my mother’s doting. My heart clenched at the thought, and I hurried the rest of the way across the wide road, ignoring my sister’s cries for me to “wait up”.

I should have turned back. I should have turned to check but I let my jealousy fuel my hatred. I let it control me; I let it overpower my sense of responsibility; I let it obliterate my love for my only sister.

I let jealousy inundate me and I did not turn back.