Chapter 6 — My Sister

Mom asked me: "Tue Tue, why do you have to keep it?" I can't say clearly. That's what drove Duong Duong in his previous life. It's also what kept Duong Duong in this life. Finally, mom washed it and put it in a box. On Duong Duong's first day of kindergarten, she took it out herself and wanted to wear it. Mom's hand stopped a bit. I said: “Wear it.” Mom looked at me. I nodded. She just pinned the hairpin on Duong Duong's head. Duong Duong stood in front of the mirror and turned around. “Sister, are you beautiful?” I looked at her. Sunlight fell on her hair, the hairpin glinted a bit. My nose is a bit stingy. "Pretty." The kindergarten gate is very bustling. Children who cry cry, children who laugh laugh. Duong Duong was wearing a small backpack and holding my arm tightly. “Sister, why do you always hold my hand?” I bowed my head to look at her. Her eyes were still round. Just like the day she was three years old. I held her tightly. “I'm afraid you'll run away.” Tang Tang laughed. “So I won't run.” She stuffed her small hand into my palm. “Please hold my hand, I won't get lost.” Mom stood next to me, her eyes red again. Dad carried two small water bottles and deliberately said gently: "Okay, it's just kindergarten, we don't have to go to war." Duong Duong turned to look at him. “Dad also holds it.” Dad immediately reached out his hand. "Hold." So the three of us held her hand together. Walking to the kindergarten gate, the teacher smiled and squatted down. “Duong Duong, say goodbye to your parents and sister.” Duong Duong looked at me. “Will you come pick me up this afternoon?” "Arrive." "Really?" "Real." Only then did she let go. After two steps in, she ran back to hug me. “You have to go there.” I rubbed her hairpin. “I will definitely come.” She finally followed the teacher inside. I stood at the gate, looking at her small back. In my previous life, I searched for her all my life. In this life, she safely enters kindergarten. School will still be over. Will still go home. You'll still call me sister. The wind blew, the pink hairpin on her head moved slightly. Tears fell from my eyes, then quickly wiped them away. Mom asked me: "Tue Tue, what's wrong?" I shook my head. "No problem." Dad patted my head. “Let's go pick her up this afternoon.” I nodded. "Yes." In this life, I can finally keep my sister.