The Sisterhood

My one and only sister for 13 years celebrated her 18th birthday last week. Ma. Kristina
was born on November 14, 1987, and since then my life was never the
same. I became the 'ate' of a kid I've mistaken to be a boy. Hehe. 
Looking back at our childhood, I could remember many many highlights.
Playing jackstones as a family, driving home from our Lolo's place
every evening, sitting in our bus and fighting over the airconditioning... I
remember when she ripped a tiny bit off a page of my new Sweet Valley
book and I was mad as hell... I remember fighting over everything and
pulling her hair with so much irritation... I remember the way she
cried when we realized she left her ID at home, her quirks as a kid,
her messy messy hair... I remember seeing her laughable image when we
fetched her after her 2nd grade fieldtrip -- her uniform in disarray,
her hair in tangles, and her bright smile seemingly lighting up
everything. She's the girl I grew up with -- from Barbies to Princess
Sarah and Ang TV to Lion King and Pocahontas, we got hooked on
everything together. We studied at the same school, we lived in the same house, we sometimes got along, and we definitely
fought a lot. We were constant companions. We were and always will be
sisters.



Looking back, I don't think I deserved the title 'ate' during those
times. I was a kid and I didn't take my responsibilities seriously. I
grew up and became an adolescent, and I pushed her farther away. I
chose to be with my friends and thought being with my family was so
un-cool. Good thing I got my act together, aided with the birth of my
youngest sister, Paula Andrea.
Now, I feel the weight of my role. I love my sisters to bits. They are
treasures that could never never be replaced by anybody. I know that
even with time and distance, our love will always prevail. I would
never trade my sisters and their love for ANYTHING. (Not even a date with Abby )



Maybe when I'm old I'd reminisce these times and think of my sisters.
Maybe I'd give them a call, maybe a long-distance call, and talk of the
old times. Maybe we'd talk about how Kris and I picked on Paula, and of
how we all spoiled her. Maybe we'd talk of the good times, the laughter
and the fun spent at home. Maybe we'd talk about Kris's still-messy
hair, my mood swings, and Paula's loud voice in the mornings. Maybe
we'd talk about how we'd fight over the phone, the TV, and the radio.
Maybe we'd talk about cramming on Sunday nights while listening to
Magic's Sunday Slowdown. Maybe we'd talk about how we'd sing to
Spongecola, Rivermaya, Hale, and how we'd crushed on Christian Bautisa
when he still had long hair. Maybe we'd talk about the bad times too.
We'd talk about how each other matured and overcame her challenges, how
our family worked together through the rough times. Maybe we'd laugh
and be overwhelmed with nostalgia, wishing we were young again. But I'm
pretty sure we'd really not wish for anything else. Because our bond will always be
there. We will always be sisters, we will always be the bestest of best
friends.

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"Without her, I don't make sense...." - In her Shoes

"O bakit ba pag wala ka na, ako'y kulang?" - Bakit, Mayonnaise



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