Tuesday, February 3, 2009

In Loving Memory

My sister Cindy was born on the 3rd of February 1987. She should have been 22 years old now and maybe working in Makati or Ortigas. I can't quite remember what she wanted to be when she grow up, it was either a singer or a nurse. We both love to sing and sometimes, we are singing duet songs and enjoy the moment. We used to go to Rizal Medical Center every Saturday for her weekly injection of medicine for heart ailment. After the injection, we always buy "adobong mani" outside the hospital and we were happy eating those peanuts. I can still remember every words she says everytime before we go to sleep - "I Love You Kuya!" and "Goodnight Kuya!". But the tragic event came and she died on my 21st birthday. It's been six years now but I can still remember every moment of that day. How unfortunate isn't it? Everytime I celebrate my birthday, I portray a happy face in front of my relatives and my friends, but deep down inside me, I was crying, missing my sister. But on the other hand, I know that she's in heaven now with the Creator and she is guiding my father in Saudi Arabia, looking after my oldest sister in Romania, taking care of my mother and two sisters in Philippines and watching over me here in Singapore. We miss you 'Dek!


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