Sweetest wine

2008-06-25 20:15:29 / 天气: 大风 / 心情: 郁闷 / 个人分类：感悟生活

It's said that familiarity leads to boredom. I know this to be true because, at one time, even my family became a bore to me. I found my parents too nagging and my sister too childish. But my perspective eventually changed.

It was during the time when SARS was spreading across the country. One weekend, I went home as usual only to find my house completely silent. My sister, who usually fed her fish around this hour, was leaning against the sofa, looking rather sick.

"Ting, what happened?" I asked. "Do you feel unwell?"

"It hurts here," she answered in a very low voice, her hands on her stomach.

I''d never seen her face so pale. She''d always been energetic, but now, she looked sick. I led her to her bed. I couldn''t help but feel worried.

While I was deep in thought, She suddenly started saying in a weak voice: "Hot, hot…" My sister stretched out her hand. I touched her and was startled. It was as if she was on fire!

"No, no fever, no fever…" I murmured to myself when I moved to touch her forehead. Hot again. Now, I was almost sure that she had a high fever.

I kept asking the question: "Is it just a fever? Or is it…SARS? Should I call anybody?" With fear and anxiety, I called my parents.

They arrived home 10 minutes later and went straight to my sister''s room. A tense atmosphere descended in the apartment. We were too worried to utter a word. Father and Mother cast a look at each other, saying nothing.

Before long, my sister was sent to the hospital and I was the only one left in the house. Her favorite teddy bear was sitting on the sofa, wearing a big smile. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I thought about the worst that could happen to my poor sister.

Her fish swam peacefully in the glass bowl. In the past, I''d always laughed when she talked about the emotions of her fish and read fairy tales to them. I''d considered her "childish" behavīor naive. But now, I saw something that I''d neglected: her heart, that kind and lovely heart.

A great sense of regret seized me. It was not my sister who should be laughed at, but me! I closed my eyes and put my palms together to pray for her.

Time passed, very slowly.

At 7:10 pm, the telephone rang. I picked up the phone and heard my mother''s voice: "Thank goodness! Nothing serious, it''s just an ordinary fever!"

I almost jumped. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness!" I murmured to myself, too excited to say anything else.

It was at this moment that I realized that what we think of as ordinary and even boring things may well be our most precious possessions. They are like jars of wine stored in the cellar. The color of the jars may fade with time, but the wine, far from souring, becomes all the more delicious. I''m grateful that I finally tasted the sweetness of that wine.

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