I was 4 years old when you were born. You were sucking my milk bottle (Coz that's what I thought) so I went upstairs and hide myself from everyone. Papa came to look for me and asked why I was hiding. I told him that you were sucking my milk bottle.
When you were a toddler, I didn't understand why you were very special. Mama and Papa would always pay you all their attention. They would ask me every time not to make you cry, or laugh much. You and Mama were always going in and out of the hospital for like forever. It was like you grew up there.
Years, months, and days had passed, you grew up to be a fine young lady. And thank God, you are not sickly anymore. Strong, cheerful, kind and always loved by everyone.
Bing,
You are someone capable of doing great things for the world. A kind-hearted one, generous, and a very loving sister. You should be very proud of the person you have become.
Thank you for filling my thought process with constant positivity and for always loving me.
My love for you is beyond the horizon, and is the most unconditional form. I promise that whatever happens, you will always have me.
Cry if you can. Laugh when you can. Be happy. Remember this, if you are genuinely happy, we are too. Your Ates will always be here for you. Just knock and you will be opened. And I just want to see you happy, and satisfied with your life.
I pray to God that someday, all your fears, rages, and frustrations will all fade away and get to see how beautiful life can be.
May God bless you and I love you more than you could ever know. Love you infinite times.
Love,
Ate
