楊秋香
God works in mysterious ways. Every now and then,
people don』t know why something happens to them. They just complain why
they have to experience the sufferings rather than treasuring what they
possess at the present day.
Several years ago, my parents got divorced. For
quite some time, I was not willing to accept the fact. When I entered a
senior high school, my sister, Lucy, was planning to go abroad. She
claimed that she wanted a whole new life and being away from Taiwan was
going to give her the freedom to create a new life. I did not
understand why she had to go away to such far-off places, but I knew her
very well. In my point of view, she was just pretending that she cared
about nothing in front of people.
Once, prior to her departure, she came home at
midnight seriously drunk. At the sight of her, I was scared to death
for she was beyond recognition. Before I got hold of myself, she burst
into tears. She cried and said that she just wanted a simple life
sharing dinner with her beloved family members and keeping company with
her parents and her little sister. I couldn』t bear to see her like this
but under the circumstances, what I could do was shed bitter tears with
her and embrace her tightly. When she woke the next day, she came to me
immediately. She asked if she had disclosed anything the night before.
I merely told her that as I helped her to bed, she fell asleep without
saying anything. She looked relieved and ate breakfast in silence.
On the day of her departure, although my heart was
full of parting sorrows, I still wore a smile to bid her farewell. I
hoped her journey would bring a different vision to her. Month after
month, Lucy wrote letters to me. She said she was very happy there.
Her active attitude contributed to a very colorful life. Even though
sometimes she missed me so much that she』d like to return to Taiwan, she
really couldn』t put her work aside. Oftentimes she suggested that I pay
a visit to her. Unfortunately, before I could do that, a traffic
accident deprived my sister of her life.
When collecting her things, I discovered her diary.
In it, she talked about how she understood that our parents had hidden
their grief for the broken marriage from us so as to protect us instead
of growing up under a sorrowful state, and how she would return to
Taiwan after she finished her studies. Sadly, she will never get a
chance to do that now.
After reading her diary, I realized that I ought to
cherish what I own at this moment. Though I am extremely sad about
losing my dearest sister, I have learned much more from this lesson. At
that very moment, I decided to change my mind, open my heart, and admit
the unhappiness of my family. God surely works in mysterious ways: Her
death has given me a new life.