煮豆燃豆萁，漉豉以为汁。
萁在釜下燃，豆在釜中泣。
本是同根生，相煎何太急。
As an only child, I have never had any fights with a sibling, but I can imagine how would that be like. But I can never imagine sueing your own sibling. Over what? At the end of the whole event, you may get back your ‘face’, you may earn back your dignity and pride, you may get back a huge sum of money even. But at the end of the day, you will lose your own sibling, a very special bond that can never be replaced, not even with your husband or wife.
I cannot imagine how sad I would be if I am their parents.
Someone once said that children learn from their teachers. If their teacher is a bad person, the children will become a bad person. I wonder then how will children and parents feel when they should know that this fight is happening.
I always wonder why do paper win rock?
Paper, like money, like ‘face’ is fragile and can tear up easily. Whereas rock, the solid, like family and kinship, will be a strong fortress for you and support you when you walk through the remaining part of your lives.
Then why let paper win over rock then?
I say, let the rock triumph over paper, ANYTIME.
