she's sporty, i am not. when i once tried wakeboarding, i was scared as hell, and i was thinking about her. i was thinking about how much she'll love that experience, how little fear she'll have, if not completely none.
i am girly, and dressy, and flowery. she's into jeans and tees and hand-me-downs.
most of the time i'm stiff and serious and snob. she's friendly and childlike and outgoing.
in so many ways we are different. but we look the same. some say she looks half me and half ate jeanne, which i don't believe so. i think it's 90-10. 90% me, that is. and that makes her prettier -- prettier than me, and prettier than ate (haha).
today is her birthday. it was actually my last thought last night and my first thought this morning. but it took me this long to greet her because i wanted to "celebrate" her existence, and it is through writing that i do that. and this is what i look forward to doing after i go out of work today. and though my words can't completely capture how awesome she is, it is through this that i share how significant, beautiful and awesome she is.
today, she turned 20. i still find it hard to digest that the one we call "baby" is past her teenage years now. (like how hard it was for me to accept that she already asked me about having a boyfriend). and that, eventually, she'll grow a horn of her own, that she'll find a career that will make her happily haul her ass off the bed every morning, a lovestory(ies) to share, and a person she'll fall madly inlove with.
but through it all, she'll always be my baby sister, the one who beat me in chess on our highschool intramurals, whose "ka'astigan" blows me away, whose existence i'm so, truly, thankful for.
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