Jasmin

When you were born I was in the 6th grade. I vividly remember that day. I went to class gladly telling my friends that you already came after a long wait. Perhaps being the eldest child, I had that rare opportunity to be a silent witness to all of you, my siblings, coming to the world.

I was in Manila when you were growing up. Dad and Mom sent me to the city to further my studies. I stayed there til I finished my graduate work. Though I went back in between breaks and during holidays, I still felt that I never really saw you blossomed into a young lady. I felt that I missed something.

When I decided to teach and stay, then I realized that you were not a child anymore. I have my own world and you have yours. I did not understand that. All I knew then was that you should fit into my world, that we belong to the same world.

I was wrong. And that was my greatest mistake.

I tried to make amends of the things I took for granted. You were one of those. I never truly bothered to ask you how you were or what was up with you. Most of the times I just assumed that everything was fine with you and that you had your life to live. Again, I was wrong.

I may not fully understand you. But I am trying. I am aware of the difficulties you are trying so hard to overcome. You are determined to win the battle of your life.

And I want you to know that I am with you. No matter what happens I will always be your big brother. I also want you to realize that I appreciate all the things you have done for me, your concern and love, your understanding.

You have made me feel that you were there for me.

Let me make you feel that I am here for you.

Happy Birthday, sis!