9 - Poem

I am the second child

And you are the youngest

You grew up with mom

While I grew up with grandma

You were raised in a peaceful place called Cavite

While I was brought up in the chaotic Manila

I got a year older and I finally met mom and you,

It was then that we grew up together

It was then, that I noticed something wasn't right

Mom spent more time with you

And her time for me was limited

I understood that because you're the youngest

And I am the middle child

As we became kids, its still the same

You're much closer to mom than I could ever be

You got mom on your side while I got nothing but myself

Maybe that's why I became the independent person that everyone can see

You see, this is the very reason why I'm envious of you

Its the root of this jealousy that's suffocating me

I was ready to resent you, Prepared to grow up hating you

But then, things had changed

Little by little, you grew on me

You taught me what being selfless is really is

You made me care on things I used to dismiss

And then, you finally made a friend out of me

You told me things like your crushes and dreams

You opened up to me, and I started to do the same

One time, you ran to me

You were crying because you can't handle it all

I should've hugged you, right then and there

But all I could be was a shoulder you leaned on

Forgive for not showing enough love

Forgive me for being mean at times

I am sorry, sorry that I wasn't the best sister you deserved

Right now, I still have a lot of studying to do

About how to be a sister and a friend to you

So just sit back and relax

And wait for me to change

To be the best sister,

You could ever have in this world