My other sister is younger than me. We had memorable times together during childhood. Once, she celebrated her third birthday and while blowing the candle lights on her birthday cake she fell from a high chair where she was standing. On another occasion, one New Year's Eve, we found out that there was a bottle of peanut butter in the cupboard. Before midnight, we slipped from our beds, crept into the kitchen and ate the butter until our mother caught us. We used to make fun in the rain and stamped our feet in the mud. It was 1980 when she entered a science-oriented high school. We wrote letters to each other up to the time I entered a prestigious premier military school. In her letters, she narrated to me her school life. There was a letter she kept for 16 days before she was able to mail because of shortage in her allowance. There was a time also, she wrote, that she starved for more than half a month for a large sum of money my mother gave her was spent for enrollment.