Whenever I feel like my sister is annoyed/dislike/rude to me, I think back to the time I accidentally cut my finger while cutting an orange in the kitchen. She quickly rushed out of her room with her first aid kit! Who knew she had such a thing??? There was so much blood gushing out from it and that was the first time I felt sick at the sight of blood. (Thank goodness I didn't pursue any major in the science field!!)

Anyways, the point is, after seeing her perform such an intense bandaging procedure (on a cut that was literally the size of a paper cut), I realized she cares about (and loves) me a lot ...even if she won't ever admit it!!