Love, and Let Love

| March 27, 2018 | 0 Comments

Family is when our mom secretly eats a giant hunk out of the raspberry dark chocolate that my brother has been saving for two months, and doesn’t tell anyone.

Love is when my brother finds out one day and won’t stop complaining about it. It’s been a week, already. He huffs and he puffs and he narrows his beady eyes like mom, glaring every time she walks by.

She ignores it.

In a big family, there is always drama. Stupid drama, that is. Who ate the last piece of cake? Where did you put the remote? You’re the youngest Soubhana, so you go tell Khala that we broke the garage light. Me? You’re the one that broke it with the badminton racket, you dumb-butt! You tell her!

In these past four years, I’ve never gone a day without talking on the phone with someone from my family. Every day: morning, noon, and night. But it’s not like there weren’t times I didn’t want to talk to them. On the contrary, there have been many times where I just wanted to be left alone. In a big family, you don’t have that right. What you do get, though, is a lot of love. A lot of it.

I’m not going to lie, it’s suffocating sometimes. I’m hanging out with friends and all of a sudden I get a call from my aunt. And then from my mom. And then from my dad. And then a text from my mom. But I know that if I call at any point in time, there are going to be at least three people who pick up the phone. I know that I can talk for two hours with my brother and not feel like I’m wasting someone else’s time. I know that once that two-hour phone call is over, there’s a good chance my brother will call at least two more times telling me about something random that Daddy (our grandfather) did. I know I can expect my sister to pick up the phone, even if she’s tired and drained from work, and give me advice about life. I know I am loved.

Love is when you pinch Daddy’s cheek while he’s waiting for lunch.

Family is when Daddy’s too old for this nonsense, but he’ll allow it anyway.

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Soubhana Asif

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Soubhana Asif is a junior at Boston University majoring in Biology and double minoring in Arabic and Medical Anthropology. "Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you. But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true."

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