The year my sister Shanshan graduated from college, our family had high hopes that she would step into the working world with the same talent and energy she showed in school. But after graduation, it was like she hit a pause button. She stayed at home day after day, scrolling through her phone, watching videos, and zoning out. Our parents went from gentle concern to silent sighs. As for me, I chose to quietly observe.
I knew she wasn’t lazy—she was just lost, unsure of which path to take.
One evening after dinner, we sat at the table alone for once. I asked her, “So… have you thought about what you want to do lately?”
She stayed quiet for a while, then finally said, “I’ve been looking at some massage therapy courses. It seems kind of interesting, but I’ve never learned it before… I’m not sure if I can do it.”
I nodded and encouraged her to try. Not everyone knows their direction right after graduation—sometimes, trying is the best way to find it.
A few days later, she really enrolled in a short massage course. Every day, she’d come home with her notebook, talking about anatomy, pressure points, and techniques. But she was frustrated too: “I don’t have anyone to practice on. What if I’m learning it wrong?”
I smiled and rolled up my sleeve. “Use me.”
And so, I became her first “test subject.”
At first, her technique was rough. My shoulders ended up hurting more than before, and once, she used the wrong pressure and made my arm numb for an entire night. But I knew she was serious—just not skilled yet. I endured the pain and told her, “A bit lighter here. Spend more time there.”
Once, twice, three times… she became more stable, more confident. Eventually, she’d even offer, “Wanna try a more advanced massage today?” I could feel her improving every time.
A few months later, she officially started as an apprentice at a small massage studio. She still came home saying things like, “A customer said I was really good today!”—her voice full of a confidence I hadn’t heard in a long time.
Watching her grow from hesitation to effort, and from effort to certainty—it moved me deeply.
Sometimes, growing up isn’t about making a leap. It’s about small, steady steps taken through trial and practice. And being able to walk beside her—even if it’s just lending my shoulders—was something I was proud of.
Now whenever my shoulders get sore, I half-jokingly say, “Shanshan, your VIP client needs you.”
She smiles, grabs her massage oil, and says, “This is premium service!”
And I know—it’s not just a massage. It’s a moment of real support and connection between brother and sister.
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