Some of the people I know ask me if we are close, and if that was asked to me a few years earlier, I would’ve hesitated before answering. But now, whenever they ask me that, I say a big YES immediately. Because we are. Even if we don’t kiss when it’s peace-giving time during mass, or hug or whatever, I know that the casual text messages of “Labyu” mean the real thing.
I love that we can talk about almost anything, that you put up with me even if you have to fetch me from all places whenever I have no way of going home, that you tell me of your plans for the future. I love how we could laugh about our family quirks and our old childish fights and that you can be so protective of me if you want to. :) There are so many things I want to say to you, but I know you’re not much of a word-y and thoughts-spill-over person…so I’ll keep this simple. :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUYA! Like what the graphic says…I’m so lucky to have you as a brother! I know eventually we’ll have to settle down with our own families (naks) and stuff, but I will always be your little sister. :) And you will always be my one and only Kuya. :) I LOVE YOU! â™¥ â™¥ â™¥