At my mother’s request, I set out on an errand with my younger sister. We’re five years apart, and though she is now in high school, she still seems like a little child to me. Maybe that’s why I often say, “I love you,” without thinking twice.
Today, however, I was unusually tired, and the heat pressed heavily on me. Wanting to make things easier for myself, I handed off the heavier bags and kept only the light ones. That’s when my sister turned to me and said:
“You say you love me, but it doesn’t feel like it. It’s all talk—your actions don’t show love.”
Her words stopped me in my tracks. Ashamed, I looked inward and asked myself, “Have I truly loved her with sincerity? Have I cared for her in a way that love requires?”
Dear Sister, I’m sorry. From now on, I’ll show my love not just in words, but through my actions.