Even to this day, I remember many events from my childhood, most of which are related to Big Sister. The time we relied on each other has been polished by time, washing away much bitterness, and has now become precious gemstones shimmering with a warm glow. Each gem holds a trivial matter, not earth-shattering or deeply moving. Sometimes, it was just a small episode involving daily necessities, yet to us siblings, these were as priceless as the most precious treasures.
I still recall those summer nights when I was just an eight or nine-year-old little rascal. Big Sister loved singing, especially soothing lullabies. Every time I was about to fall asleep at night, she would sneak into my room, wake me up to listen to her sing, practicing for fifteen minutes each time, and then she'd go back to her room to sleep while I, full of energy, would hop around my room, unable to sleep for a long time...
