Since we were children, people have commented that my sister and I look absolutely unrelated with the difference in our skin colour, size of our eyes, height… and all else, including our personalities.
She was always the mischievous one up to all sorts of tricks with her creativity, and me, her scapegoat (though that really taught me some life skills)… Since she was a child, she has been a natural at science and numbers, and loved taking apart all the clocks, pens, and everything in the house – the in-house ‘technician’ for most of her life.
So it probably wasn’t much of a surprise that she became a product designer- what surprised most people was my decision to be a designer too.
I guess her creativity inspired me to explore more things and believe in myself to pursue a different route. As we grow up, we have gotten so alike in our ideals- we have grown so similar yet remaining so different.
Even though she has been working in Hong Kong for 2 years now, I sometimes forget that her room is already empty and come home expecting to see her.
Although I do miss her and we are both working on a similar dream miles apart, people often say they hear her voice in my laugh, and see my smile on her face. Knowing that there is someone so close to my heart fighting hard for a dream makes me fight for mine too.