My lovely brothers and sister by Ishlah Fatiha Ishak .

We love to hate them but still can’t imagine life without them . They annoy us , basically know all our strengths and weaknesses and are usually our first best friends . I was only child for five years and then my little brother came along , Afiq Imran . Four years after Afiq was born , my sister was born , Isya Fakhira and four years later my last little brother was born , Aqif Irsyad . I was fourteen years old then . There is quite an age gap between my siblings and I which is tremendous and bad at the same time . Having this age gap make me seem more like an aunt or mother figure some of the time . Being much older it is hard to relate with my brothers and sister .

When I was twelve , I have been babysitting my little brother and sister for my parents . It little bit harder to be a babysitter when you are a family member to the kids you watch . My little brother refuse to do anything  I asked him to and I say ‘Im not your slave to you ask everything ! You are not my boss !’

It would result in a fight , which I was old to be in . Im always get a fight with my siblings . We were like a cat and dog sometimes . It makes me so frustrated that he would not listen for my talk . Over the years , as I matured these issues started to disappear . This because , I went to boarding school and I will back to home once every twice week . So I rarely meet my siblings . Although Im back , I usually stuck in a room . That makes me untalkative to my parents and siblings .

Aqif Irsyad , my last little brother is so cute . He is four years old now . My mother send him to tadika on he is 3 years old because he is so talkative . He is extremely dramatic . His voice when yelling could be heard through out the entire house and hurt the ears of anyone who did not cover them in time . His drama has not decreased very much as he has been growing older , but shows itself in different ways .

Isya Fakhira , my only little sisteris so annoyed . She is nine years old now . She is clever in Mathematics and loves to painting . In her room’s wall , there is many plain paper of painting that she painted herself. She always took my stuff such as accessories , shawls , books and shirts without my permission . If I find my stuff and it missing , I will go to her room and make a sportcheck and when I found my stuff on her table , she will said ‘Im just want to borrowed it , sorry !’

Afiq Imran , first son in my family . He also most annoyed boy when he was four years old . But , when he went to boarding school at Sains Selangor he becomes a gentle boy . Always accompany me when im alone or when I go somewhere . A far siblings relationship make us more close when we meet . When he back to Terengganu , I always took him at the bus station and he will treats me as a reward for took him.

I love my siblings dearly , even though they frustrate me , and annoy me at the time . They taught me to  patience and taugh love . To the outside world , we all grow old . But not to brothers and sisters . We know each other hearts . We share private family jokes . We remember family feuds and secret . Family grief and joys . We live outside the touch of time .