He is the favorite.
She is the internet addict who hogs the computer all the time. She is the roommate who is too busy to listen. She is the pessimist on his relationships. She is the cold and unemotional sister.
But she cried buckets on Wednesday.
He got sick. He couldn’t eat. He even vomited. They brought him to the hospital. They suspected dengue.
She cried hard. She cried in the restroom. She cried in the office. She has been frightened. She didn’t know what to do.
She promised herself to let him surf the internet in her laptop. She would listen to all his stories – may it be about She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or just about anything. She would respect his relationships. She talked to Him, and just cried.
When he got better, he thanked her. She thanked God.
Perhaps, she never told them. But she loves them – more than anything else.
He is her favorite.