Today, as I watched a video about older brothers protecting their younger sister, a question rose unexpectedly: Do I wish I had an older brother? The moment I asked it, everything fell quiet—no answer, just a long, aching pause. And in that stillness, I felt the presence of my younger brother, the one I never had the chance to meet. My heart swelled with emotion, and I let myself stay inside that feeling.
I believe that even as my younger brother, he would have protected me with the tenderness and strength of an older one—someone who would sit beside me when I cry, say nothing, and offer a quiet space where I could be vulnerable without fear. In that moment of reflection, I realized he has always lived in my heart, gently watching over me, wishing peace and happiness for our parents and for me.
To my younger brother: even though this lifetime did not give me the chance to be your sister, I believe we will meet in another. And when that moment comes, I will be the best older sister I can be.
