2019-12-06 14:26:13|福利36选7今晚开奖结果查询 来源:中国周易网


  I was 22 years old when my sister Ayan died. She was 19, a freshman in college, and on her way to school when the gold sedan she was in collided with a box truck less than 10 minutes from campus. Heading home early from my practicum at a nearby high school, I was met at the door by two police officers bearing news of her death. I had forgotten my phone at home that day and arrived to a slew of missed calls and text messages from my mother. Hand shaking, I called her back.

  “Thank God you’re O.K.,” she said, panic making her voice nearly unrecognizable. “I’m on my way home. What’s going on?”

  I looked at the officers, awkward and out of place in our living room. I ignored her pointed question. “Drive safe,” I said, feigning a strength that would buckle my knees as soon as I hung up.

  How poetic that I, keeper of my sister’s secrets during her life, had to, for at least a short while, keep the secret of her death.

  Ayan wasn’t just my sister. She was also my best friend and first teacher. Our relationship taught me some of the most important lessons of my life: How to earn someone’s trust and what happened when you violated it, how to love unconditionally and how to be loved in that same way, how to apologize when you hurt someone and how to forgive someone who had hurt you.

  Like many sisters, we did hurt each other with brutal regularity. Sisterhood is a terrain shaped by the ennui that characterizes suburban girlhood. Ayan and I often had no one to take our angst out on but each other.

  After her death, I played the reel of our relationship in my mind on a loop, wrecked by guilt over all my shortcomings as a sister. We were young, and I thought youth made us infallible. I knew we would not live forever, but I thought we would live long enough. I made a list of all the things I would do differently if I had a second chance. Bring her back, I bargained with a God I felt had betrayed me: Bring her back and I promise I will be a better sister.

  In another reel, one recorded by my father in 1995, the year my sister was born, my mother and I have a conversation. “Do you know there’s a baby in my belly?” she asks me in Somali. I am 4 years old in the video, and playing with a doll at her feet. “What should I name her?”

  “Name her Ayan,” I say. The camera pans over my face, my hands, my doll’s brown plastic legs. Ayan: a classic Somali name meaning lucky.

  Stuck in a past I could not forgive myself for and the future I imagined Ayan and I would have together, I neglected my relationship with our younger sister, Idil. As the middle sister, Ayan had been the buffer in the eight years between Idil and me. After her death, grief became the bridge we met on.

  As the amount of time we spent together increased, so did the frequency of our fighting. Reeling from Ayan’s death, anger was an easier emotion to reckon with than sorrow. Usually our arguments were the ordinary grievances that pepper any relationship, but sometimes we would have huge blowouts. We often compared one another to Ayan who was, as the dead often are, perfect in our memory. Neither one of us measured up.

  As the years dulled the sharpness of grief, our relationship grew less turbulent. The pain that made it difficult for us to connect became the glue that bound us together. And while our relationship was forged by loss, it has been refined by the mundane moments that make up sisterhood. We binge watch T.V. together and simmer in betrayal when one person watches an episode without the other. We share clothes, and Idil has ruined more than a few of my favorite sweaters. In the car together, we sing loud and off-key, messing up the lyrics to whatever Top 40 song is popular at the moment.

  Idil is 19 now, her life blossoming at the same age Ayan was when her life ended. Like Ayan, she is also a pre-med student. While the similarities between the two of them are haunting, the greatest gift has been getting to know Idil as a young woman in her own right, outside the shadow of Ayan’s ghost.

  Recently, while I was on vacation on the East Coast, a phone call jolted me awake at 4 in the morning. It was Idil. It was 1 a.m. in her dorm room at the University of Oregon. Through her sobs, I pieced together that she had failed a chemistry exam and was worried that her dreams of medical school were over.

  “It’s going to be O.K.,” I assured her. A college freshman, she is sleepless and prone to wild bouts of panic. I try to be the voice of reason in the midst of her imagined catastrophe. Since the start of the school year, these middle-of-the-night phone calls have become a staple in our relationship. It was only when I forgave myself for my past failures as a sister, that I could focus on being a better one in the present.

  Ayan’s life and unexpected death have taught me so much. Despite the meaning of her name, I am the lucky one. Grief is a profound teacher, but it is anguish long before it is enlightenment. I am better for the things I have learned, and I have my sisters to thank for the most important education of my life: Ayan, my first teacher, and Idil, my second chance.

  Jamila Osman is a Portland-based writer working on a memoir.



  福利36选7今晚开奖结果查询“【既】【然】【你】【有】【更】【加】【好】【的】【办】【法】,【那】【你】【去】【吧】,【你】【赶】【快】【去】,【千】【万】【不】【要】【觉】【得】【有】【什】【么】【不】【好】。”【陈】【悦】【拍】【了】【拍】【手】,【然】【后】【对】【着】【那】【个】【女】【人】【笑】【了】【一】【下】。 “【你】【叫】【什】【么】?”【那】【个】【女】【人】【突】【然】【问】【道】,“【我】【身】【边】【的】【那】【些】【人】,【全】【是】【看】【重】【我】【的】【钱】【跟】【我】【做】【朋】【友】【的】,【我】【叫】【左】【兮】,【以】【后】【我】【们】【就】【是】【朋】【友】【了】。” 【左】【兮】【这】【样】【做】,【也】【是】【看】【心】【情】【的】,【她】【觉】【得】【这】【个】【女】【生】【还】【怪】【仗】

  【奥】【古】【斯】【丁】【认】【为】【只】【要】【黑】【鲨】【不】【出】【现】【的】【话】,【面】【前】【的】【这】【些】【鲨】【族】【暂】【时】【不】【足】【为】【虑】,【现】【在】【他】【们】【最】【需】【要】【对】【付】【的】【是】【实】【力】【最】【为】【强】【大】【的】【血】【蝙】【蝠】,【所】【以】【他】【也】【不】【理】【会】【那】【只】【褐】【色】【巨】【鲨】,【径】【自】【对】【血】【蝙】【蝠】【道】: “【阿】【洛】【消】【失】【后】,【我】【发】【出】【的】【那】【道】【毫】【无】【杀】【伤】【力】【的】【白】【光】【其】【实】【是】【传】【信】【符】,【这】【里】【的】【事】【我】【已】【经】【告】【知】【了】【我】【们】【在】【欧】【大】【陆】【上】【留】【守】【的】【人】【族】【高】【手】,【我】【们】【如】【果】【出】【事】,【最】

  【恐】【怖】【的】【杀】【意】,【瞬】【间】【遍】【布】【整】【个】【空】【间】,【那】【种】【肃】【杀】,【让】【人】【骨】【子】【里】【都】【发】【冷】。 【蛇】【尾】【甩】【动】,【一】【个】【漂】【亮】【的】【甩】【尾】,【水】【天】【宗】【的】【斗】【王】【瞬】【间】【不】【见】【人】【影】。 【嘶】! 【所】【有】【人】【都】【倒】【吸】【一】【口】【冷】【气】,【造】【化】【门】【的】【斗】【王】【二】【话】【不】【说】,【掉】【头】【就】【跑】,【然】【而】【来】【不】【及】【了】。 【一】【道】【紫】【色】【光】【芒】【闪】【烁】,【那】【斗】【王】【倒】【飞】【而】【出】,【不】【知】【道】【撞】【碎】【了】【多】【少】【大】【鼎】。【鼎】【内】【的】【丹】【药】【散】【发】【出】【浓】【烈】

  【半】【个】【时】【辰】,【朋】【友】【之】【间】【吃】【顿】【饭】,【胡】【侃】【一】【会】,【尚】【且】【不】【够】。 【可】【这】【战】【斗】【才】【开】【始】【半】【个】【时】【辰】,【同】【为】【半】【步】【地】【无】【禁】【的】【龙】【玥】【却】【要】【落】【败】【了】。 【远】【处】【的】【天】【沐】【统】【领】【看】【着】【这】【一】【幕】,【一】【言】【不】【发】。【因】【为】【他】【有】【预】【想】【到】【现】【在】【这】【个】【局】【面】。 【龙】【玥】【属】【于】【那】【种】【用】【资】【源】【堆】【出】【来】【的】,【虽】【然】【自】【身】【天】【赋】【不】【错】,【可】【是】【缺】【乏】【大】【量】【的】【战】【斗】【经】【验】。 【虽】【然】【有】【绯】【月】【这】【等】【四】【级】【漩】【涡】

  【孙】【攀】【站】【在】【门】【口】,【怀】【里】【果】【然】【抱】【着】【一】【大】【堆】【东】【西】,【只】【不】【过】【那】【东】【西】【不】【是】【花】,【而】【是】N【多】【零】【食】【和】【啤】【酒】。 “【怎】【么】【还】【派】【人】【在】【门】【口】【接】【呢】?”【他】【看】【了】【看】【大】【家】,【绕】【过】【秦】【双】,【把】【东】【西】【轻】【巧】【地】【落】【在】【茶】【几】【上】,【招】【呼】【着】【还】【傻】【站】【在】【门】【口】【的】【人】,“【进】【来】【啊】,【我】【不】【都】【到】【了】【吗】。” 【杨】【青】【彤】【率】【先】【反】【应】【过】【来】,【跳】【出】【来】【一】【通】【抱】【怨】:“【好】【意】【思】,【全】【都】【在】【等】【你】。” 福利36选7今晚开奖结果查询【只】【见】【李】【黛】【以】【流】【光】【般】【的】【速】【度】【冲】【了】【出】【来】,【她】【速】【度】【太】【快】,【哪】【怕】【是】【不】【器】【大】【师】、【墨】【前】【辈】【这】【样】【的】【大】【能】【都】【没】【反】【应】【过】【来】,【她】【自】【己】【顶】【着】【漫】【火】【般】【的】【惊】【雷】【到】【了】【苏】【沉】【央】【面】【前】,【毫】【不】【犹】【豫】【的】,【将】【一】【个】【巴】【掌】【大】【却】【诡】【异】【无】【比】【的】【阵】【盘】【扣】【在】【了】【男】【人】【身】【上】。 “【轰】【隆】【隆】——” “【尔】【敢】!” 【伴】【随】【着】【滚】【滚】【惊】【雷】【的】,【是】【苏】【沉】【央】【猛】【然】【睁】【开】【的】【眼】【睛】【和】【不】【敢】【置】【信】【的】【咆】

  【孟】【桑】【梓】【走】【出】【房】【间】,【客】【栈】【一】【楼】【的】【大】【厅】【里】【坐】【着】【几】【桌】【人】,【正】【在】【这】【里】【吃】【饭】。 【大】【厅】【里】【显】【得】【比】【较】【嘈】【杂】,【孟】【桑】【梓】【顺】【着】【楼】【梯】【走】【下】【去】,【就】【听】【到】【离】【柜】【台】【最】【近】【的】【一】【桌】【传】【来】【的】【声】【音】。 “【听】【说】【华】【京】【这】【回】【可】【热】【闹】【了】。” “【怎】【么】【了】?” “【还】【能】【怎】【么】【了】,【光】【棍】【了】【二】【十】【多】【载】【的】【安】【定】【王】【终】【于】【有】【心】【仪】【的】【对】【象】【了】。” “【还】【有】【这】【事】?【快】【说】【快】【说】,【到】


  【莫】【瑶】【还】【在】【大】【厅】【和】【人】【纠】【缠】,【余】【光】【瞥】【见】【喻】【子】【琛】【被】【一】【群】【全】【副】【武】【装】【的】【警】【察】【围】【着】【带】【出】【来】,【立】【即】【冲】【了】【过】【去】,“【表】【哥】?【发】【生】【什】【么】【事】【了】?” 【警】【察】【自】【然】【是】【拼】【命】【拦】【着】,【喻】【子】【琛】【只】【能】【勉】【强】【冲】【她】【喊】【了】【一】【句】:“【告】【诉】【筠】【安】,【信】【我】。” 【莫】【瑶】【一】【路】【跟】【着】,【却】【只】【能】【眼】【睁】【睁】【地】【看】【着】【喻】【子】【琛】【被】【带】【上】【警】【察】,【就】【在】【她】【失】【神】【之】【际】,【她】【看】【见】【了】【跟】【在】【警】【察】【后】【面】【的】【钟】【如】