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The Beginning
I was born on October 4th, 1997, 9:05pm, at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Hong Kong. I was supposed to come out at 9:00am, but my parents’ friends were waiting outside for me, and I was shy already. I waited until they left before popping my head out. Everything became a blur when I came out, and it was blindingly bright.
“Congratulations, it’s a girl!”
“Aww she’s so cute, look at her tiny hands.” said a voice, panting.
“What are you guys naming her?”
A deep voice answered: “Rachel, because in a lot of movies, Rachel’s are very pretty, and hopefully she is just as pretty, or at least in my eyes.”
I didn’t know who all these voices belonged to, but one woman sounded tired but wholehearted, and the deep voice sounded loving and warm.
I was later on told that I had a brother who is currently in Beijing, because that was where my parents worked even though they are both from Hong Kong. I wondered what he was like, and if he would treat me well.
After a month of being born, my mom has recovered enough to go home and I was also old enough to board the plane.
I finally arrived home and the second I was carried into the door, I heard tiny little footsteps charging towards me.
“Where’s the baby, I want to see, I want to seee.”
“Mom why is she so ugly, her skin is like grandma and grandpa.”
More months go by and I was finally drinking formula milk. My brother was given a task to feed me milk. I was laid down beside him on a bed, and my mom handed him the milk. He put the bottle in my mouth and I started drinking. My mom left for the washroom, and my brother reacted fast. He removed the bottle from my mouth, and put it in his own. He started chugging the milk, and took breaks in between to check whether my mom came out of the washroom. During one of his breaks, he said to me: “Baby I don’t like you. Mom and Dad don’t play with me anymore; they only play with you.”
I was not able to talk yet so in my head I thought: “Well that’s too bad for you. You got like two more years of their love than I did.”
On that note my mom came out from the washroom and just stared with her eye wide open. She had a laugh cry moment and finally cried out “hey!”
My mom ended up having to make me a new bottle, and my thief brother continued to steal my bottle for a few more times after.
Although he seemed like he didn’t love me at times, he secretly still did.
We were like best friends that were inseparable; we did everything together, even though we were kind of stuck together at such a young age. He cared for me a lot, and also protected me.
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I think we were talking about our heads; and I was wearing his hand-me-down clothes.
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This viral video reminded me of my relationship with my brother.
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Young and Bold
The summer before I turned 10 was a difficult year for my whole family. That was the year where we immigrated to Canada. Moving to another country was scary for all of us, especially since it was on the other side of the world with a culture that we were unfamiliar with. At that time, my brother and I could only depend on each other. My adaptability was a bit better than his, so he relied on me quite a bit too. He would cry every night due to not being able to adapt, and the two of us would go squeeze and sleep with my mom. My mom had it hard too, because she had to pretend like everything was okay in front of us, while having to struggle with familiarizing herself with the lifestyle.
We slowly adapted to this culture, and started seeing the good side to everything. We would go on walks to enjoy the weather and the environment, and sometimes I would get lazy and make my brother carry me. My mom would always comment on how much my brother spoiled me, but I didn’t think it was that much.
Since we went through similar difficulties, we were really close. We kept each other entertained during boring times, such as having to eat a meal with my parents’ friends. We would play hand games such as chopsticks, or verbal games such as word chain. Many of their friends commented on how they regret not having two kids, or wanting to have two kids just like us. Some of their kids would also get jealous of our relationship, because their relationship with their siblings were not like that. They had a bigger age difference, therefore they barely even communicated with each other.
We were not always so sweet together though, we also had our fights and arguments. Growing up with an older brother made me not girly, so we would fight physically. We wouldn’t throw punches or kicks at each other, but we would try and pin each other down until they can’t move and give up. I was obviously at a disadvantage because I was so much smaller. My dad would always come and help me if he was there. I remember this one time where I was fighting with my brother and lost, my dad came and managed to pin my brother down. Then he sat on my brother’s face, and let out a huge fart.
“PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT”
“EWWWWW”
“PFFTTT PFFTT PPPPPFTT”
My dad then charged to the washroom, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
There was also another time where I succeed in pinning my brother down, and we were both surprised. He kept laughing in shock, and ended up drooling all over the floor. Knowing that I would not have another chance, I grabbed his head and smudged it all over in his own drool. That was my best and only win, and it evened out all the other times I lost. After I let him go, he came after me and pinned me down again, but it was worth it.
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Drifting Apart
Ever since he entered university, we started drifting apart. He was always my role model because he was so good at everything, but eventually I realized that we were completely different. He always wanted to be an engineer, and in high school I followed his footsteps by taking a lot of sciences. Once my grades came back, I realized that I cannot science. I had to rethink my entire future because I wasn’t good at anything, nor did I like to do anything. I have always been average at everything, and it was stressful having to live up to my brother. With real life slowly kicking in, our values started changing too. He got a lot busier, and sometimes we wouldn’t see each other for a few days even though we lived together. When I started at University of British Columbia, he left for co-op in the States. He relied on me before in all the household chores, and he struggled having to live by himself. On the other hand, I was just living to my normal routine, just without him, but it didn’t make that much of a difference since I barely saw him even when he was here. I hated how “reality” changed us both, and made us more adult-like.
Although we don’t spend much time together anymore, on the rare occasions that we do, we are still as close as ever. Now that he is back, we are back to singing our duets and playing games together. We both also grew up in different countries, so we are fluent in three different languages. Our conversations are normally a mixture of all three: English, Mandarin, and Cantonese. This also makes our conversation hard for other people to understand because we can interchange them so fast and fluently; it is like we have our own secret language.
Another occasion where we can be closer is whenever we go on vacation. In my final year of high school, we went on a cruise to the Caribbean. It was a late graduation trip with my brother’s friends, and all of our family went as well. Being the only girl there, I was very lonely. My brother also didn’t make me feel any better because he was always with his friends, and my parents were with the other parents. After the cruise, we went to Orlando for their Universal Studios and Disneyland. This was where I had more fun and reconnected with my brother. This made me believe that theme parks do actually bring laughter and joy to everyone, and that “laughter is timeless” (Disney). We challenged each other on rollercoasters by either having to sing a song, or having to do a weird pose for the picture. It reminded me of all the fun times we had together as kids. Neither of us changed; and we were still kids.
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Most of this video is a pretty accurate representation of my brother and I.
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