You'll be a dalaga soon. I could hardly believe how fast time has gone. You used to be this carefree girl who did weird photo poses and who wore pink pasabog clothing. I remember when I used to tie your hair sideways and dress you up in dresses for Sunday mass. Now, you are all prim and proper, but wouldn't wear dresses, skirts and pink. Everyday, I am amazed by your kindness and selflessness. You were always ready to play rough with your brothers. They'd make you cry then, you'd play with them again. You were always the forgiving one and who would do favors for others. You would indulge your brothers and Daddy when they request for cookies or french toast in the middle of the afternoon. Everyday, I am amused by your kikayness . Who else would were rings and necklaces at home? Who would sleep with sleeping masks on? I know you try on my nail polish and my make-up. I could smell them and I see the dirty make-up remover sheets in the tras