I wonder whether the practice of calling your close friends brothers and sisters is something universal? At least it happens to me a lot.
I am, by nature, a person who is loyal and have my own clear-cut rules. I'll post more on my nature later on; I intend to attend to the subject at hand right now. As such, my allegiance carries with it a high value whether the people it lies with know or understand it.
Every time I call someone my brother or sister for the first time, I wonder whether or not it will actually last. I have had so many people who have called me their brother who, now, would not greet me in passing. How many more only call me their brother when it benefits them and only when?
This post is also as a tribute to all those people who actually reciprocate my brotherhood, or sisterhood, and whom I would trust with my life at any given moment and whom I would drop everything to assist them in the least of their problems.
The first:
Jireh Tee from my class, 4 Clancy.
I salute you. You are one of three to reciprocate and, although not the closest nor the best of people, I love you for your being there when you are needed. While others come only when they need something, you come when I am in need. For that, Jireh, I thank you. I shall continue to support you and back you up even if you were to continue to piss every other teacher off and get insulted every so often. I will come every single time you call.
The second:
Jared Lee from my English class, Set 1.
I pay my tributes to you. You are my guide at the best of times and my fencing partner at the worst. I remember the times we used to have arguing out the finest points in Bible Knowledge in that dark, dingy class next to the school hall. I will always place in my heart the lessons we both learned from each other in the course of our discourses. For all those, Jared, I thank you. Although you have not reciprocated in the usual way, you have been one of the guiding lights in my life this year. Let me know anytime you need anything and I shall try my best to help.
The third:
Sarah Tan from Prodigal, The Musical.
I hug you and bless you. You are my favourite and best sister and I love you for it. We will be sisters forever and I hope that we will keep all our promises to each other for the rest of our lives. I will forever remember your kindness and your love through all the difficult times in my life. For that, Sarah, I thank you. You are the second best thing that ever happened to me; the first is my knowing Christ. All my promises stand and I shall do everything possible to help you in your race as I know you will help me in mine.
To the three people: Once again I thank you and I pray that our relationships will only grow stronger.
To Vigknaraja,
Although we are not sworn brothers, as you abhor the idea, I know that we are the closest of friends. May we continue to have many more years of being nasty to those who are nasty, insulting those who insult others, including each other, laughing at those who laugh at others, and joking about those who joke about others. May we continue to carry sarcasm into our golden years and sit around with our grandchildren running around the room joking about our entire life. May we debate on and make fools out of others while being made fools by others as well.
There's so much to say, so little time to do it.
Basically, I wish that all my relationships with my many sworn brothers and sworn sisters will continue to thrive and will only increase from strength to strength.
Good night, people.
Which type of najis is it, eh?