To My Sibling,
I like that neither of us are married. We still have the time to talk and share things anything under the sun. We still have time to sit down in front of the computer, search for the lyrics and sing our favorite songs together like it's our major concert. I like that you always bring the cornyness of life whenever I share things with you. I like that I can talk to you about my boys. I like that when we don't get along, it never lasts long.
You've seen me laugh. You've seen me cry. Oh, the time you saw me crying so hard because of you-know-who was one of the memories I won't forget. You cared for me that night. You gave me a glass of water and treated me as your baby sister. I like it like that. I like us. Yuck?
By the time I had thrown you Eveready batteries (size D) on your forehead, I knew we would always argue and fight over the silliest things like cats and dogs. But when we started to get matured and wise enough to realize that life is short and violence is not the answer, we freed the inner demons within us. Here's just one thing that I really hate. I hate that people always think that I'm older than you. How dare you? Nonetheless, I love the crap out of you. May you continue to shower your blessings with me. Make money, more money!
I actually miss some people, and you're one of them. Why? Because we don't go out more often since the day I became workaholic. I do hope you're always fine. You've always been a mystery to me. When are you getting married, anyway? Don't get me wrong but I really want to have a pamangkin na.
You can never imitate my smug. Loview you always, hihi!
Sincerely,
Your Sibling
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