Imperfection Makes Them Love ME More

Imperfection Makes Them Love Me More

    Sibling rivalry is inevitable between brothers and sisters. Competition starts at an early age and winning and being the best is what matters the most. Having two siblings and being the middle child made my life a constant struggle to be the apple of my parents’ eyes. I did my best to stand out and outdo my brother and my sister.

    The Three Little Pigs is a story of three siblings who went on living on their own and building their own houses. It was not a contest of who made the most attractive or beautiful house, but rather a competition of who made the sturdiest and wolf-free house. The two younger pigs made their houses as effortlessly as they can so that they will have more time to play. The third pig being the oldest and wisest among the three, planned carefully on how to outsmart the wolf.

    I don’t agree that the oldest child is always the smartest nor is he the most responsible among the siblings. In my case, I have been more responsible and studious that my older sister. I have achieved much more than she did. I guess I should have been the ‘ate’ in our family.

    Thinking of all I’ve done to win my parents’ approval, it is only now that I realized that those achievements are only superficial and an attempt to prove to my relatives that I am way, way better than their favorite apo and pamangkin, which is my sister. Yes I have successfully won awards and recognitions, but I still couldn’t win their love.

    Careful planning and smart thinking will make you win over a stronger opponent – this is what the story wants to tell the young readers. Sometimes, brutality and force is not the way for you to triumph over an enemy. Violence is not always the answer. Our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal used his brains to defeat the Spaniards. He proved that the pen is mightier that the sword with his patriotic novels and essays. I wish I could be as patriotic and as prolific, and as smart as him. I wish I could hurt my enemies with words instead of using a punch or a kick, because I believe that words can make deeper wounds than a knife can.

    I may not be the best daughter or sister in the world, but I certainly tried and did my best to be one. Fights, tears and anger were always an obstacle in showing them that I can be a good, if not the best, daughter. Words are not enough to express my gratitude to them for understanding and accepting me for who I am. My imperfection is what made them love me more. Because, if I am perfect, how can they do their job as my parents or as my siblings?