Jojo:
On the twelfth day of the tenth month ten years ago, my sister was born. On this day ten years ago, I watched Valerie in her baby court. Her eyes were yet to open and she was so small and fragile that I was scared to lay a finger on her. My mother turned over to her with a smile on her face. She looked at me and asked, "she's beautiful, isn't she?"
I nodded my head, eager to have her in my arms, so close to my chest.
"She is mum."
One decade later, my sister was still the best thing that had ever happened to me. She was still my rock, my support, the only one whom I knew I could lean on. She was my everything. We had been through small, big, thick, and thin together. Even on days when I did not deserve to be called her older sister, she loved and cared for me nevertheless. Sh
