My sister and I.

I really don't know what to do whenever they are around. They say that I act so childish. I just don't know why everybody is aware of my case. I guess I didn't tell them why I'm like that. Or they just don't know. I was born in Iloilo city when I was a child and I was raised there until I was three years old. My grandmother and grandfather took care of me since my parents are quite busy trying to look for a place to live in Davao. Every summer, I would go there to visit my mom and dad, who was currently living with my dad's parents. There, I would always talk with my cousins and sometimes take care of the dogs. Few months passed by and I noticed a slight bump on my mom's tummy. At first, I thought that she was just eating a lot and she's starting to get fat. I was wrong. She was pregnant.

It was a rainy day on September 30, 1997. My mom was in labor. There was a storm outside yet we all had to struggle against the wind. Our priority was to get her there no matter what happens. We hoped for her safety and protection. We wished her luck. Inside the hospital, my dad rushed my mom inside a room. I was left there outside with my grandparents. Not knowing what to do, I followed my dad. My grandma, who saw me, grabbed me and told me to stay put. Since I was young and of course, I always wanted to be with my mom, I broke free and rushed towards my dad. But when i entered the room, There are a lot of rooms still. I was confused. One by one, I checked them. Soon I saw one which was full of doors. I rushed towards the first room that I could see but there was nothing inside. I was lost. I can't come back. Desperate, I began shouting for my mom. I asked every stranger to help me find my mom. All they could do was to take me to the nurses. I was scared. I didn't know what to do.

When she was born, my mom looked for me everywhere. I wasn't there. My dad also helped my mom. Soon, both of them found me with the nurses. My mom wanted me to see the baby. When I saw her, that little bundle of joy, I was filled with tears. I wanted to hug her, but I can't. I was scared if I could hurt her or anything.

Few years later, when she grew up. She drifted away from me. My sister is acting so weird when i am around. It's like she didn't like me. I know the reason: "I'm too mature to talk to her". So I decided to be childish whenever she's around but I got worse. I forgot that I wasn't with her anymore, that's why I bring that inside my classroom. All I could do is to play a simple melody in the piano to let go of my sadness. Guess that didn't help. I have friends alright, they help me in times of doubt or anything but I really don't know if they can help me on this one.

My sister noticed and she was there for me. She talked to me about how she really felt. She loves me but she doesn't really know what to do. She said that she was just jealous because she thinks that I do everything right. She was wrong. I can be a klutz sometimes. For the first time, my sister and I talked heart to heart.

I thank my sister for being there with me. I thank her because she is a best friend a girl could have in times of need. I love you Sage. I really do.

G 17, Liane Ilagan, 2 Canisius, English 2 9:05 - 10:05, October 17, 2007