Thursday, December 10

Hero to Zero

Hey little sister,

You probably don't remember but I was your hero when we were little. It was a Saturday. Dad was at work and mom was busy doing chores outside the house. It was almost mid-day but you were still sound asleep. Suddenly, a scream from the neighbor. A yell for help as sparks fizzled in their house. Busted electrical wirings. And soon flames. Instinct told me to grab you and rush out of the house. I was eight, you were barely one. And their door was a foot away from ours.

Hey little sister,

I have a confession to make. Much like mom, I sneak around your back and read the messages in your phone and the letters you keep tucked in your wallet and that tin spongebob lunchcase. I never knew you felt pressured to do good in class. I thought you were naturally driven, being bossy and assertive and all. But what struck me most was a letter from one of your friends when you failed to graduate top of your class. I never wanted to set a bar for you to surpass.

Hey little sister,

I know we joke about it often but I do feel a tad bit hurt. You not wanting to end up like me - confused, aimless, yes, quite a loser. You told me you wanted to take up that three-letter course, be a scientist, and dabble with evolution and permutations. But after a quick look at me - stubborn to pursue what I thought I wanted yet ending up broke - you settled for another three-letter track to crunch numbers, add and minus dreams.

Hey little sister,

Remember when I got back from my trip last summer? You probably noticed how broken I was. I knew it was too much to ask, too much to expect that I, a grown-up man would seek solace in my little sister. And so perhaps confused, the best you could muster was a half-teasing yet stern warning: "Kuya, next time maging choosy ka naman kasi."

Hey little sister,

It has been months since dad retired. And now, we're left to sort out our finances. I was caught off-guard when you asked for money last night. I guess the allowance I set aside for you really ain't enough. I scoured my wallet but all I found were two 50's and three 20's. I managed to cough out a laugh.

Hey little sister,

It's me, kuya... merry christmas.

1 comment:

  1. ang puso ko'y naantig sa simple ngunit puno ng emosyon na sulat na ito

    salamat sa pagbibigay ng pagkakataon na mabasa ko ang laman ng puso ng nilalang na nasa likod ng blog na ito...mga bagay na higit pa sa kalimitang ikinukuwento ng bawat blog post

    nga pala,salamat po..matagal ko nang hilig ang photography subalit hindi pa pasok sa budget ang digital slr o pormal na mag-aral ng photography..kaya tiyaga lang muna ako sa cellphone..kaya yung binanggit mong composition?naku, hindi ko alam yun..basta kumuha lang ako ng mga litrato, masaya na ako..hehehe..

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