Two Little Daisies.ü

I woke up around 9 in the morning, hearing Guy Sebastian and Jordin Sparks’ song entitled Art of Love. From that moment, I find the song irresistible. Aside from being a good song, it also has a nice significance. I rose at exactly 9:30AM. I’m more like of a sloth. Haha. I knew that I was home alone. That isn’t really new. I’m used being alone. I loved being alone. I appreciated being alone. True enough, I took a sip of black coffee and decided to go back to my room. I checked my research. Proofread it, edited some and laid it on my table.

I looked at my phone. It was already 10.30AM. Time flies swiftly. I can’t believe that. I never imagined that it took me some time to do those chores. Once again, headache strike in. I’m about to shout to lessen the pain when I heard my phone’s ringing. I can’t distinguish a message from a phone call since they have the same ring tone. Now you know how crazy I am. I checked and it was a message from my youngest sister. She’s my closest sibling. Though I don’t feel like sharing problems with her, I still find her as my most precious sister. She’s sweeter than an Oreo Hot Fudge or Maltesers, thoughtful than my ex-girlfriend and prettier than the world’s high paid actress.

I don’t call her hot. I always tell her she’s beautiful. She always hugs and kisses my mom whenever she gets the chance. That’s how sweet she is.

As I divert my attention to her message, I realized it was really a long one. Here it was.

Kuya, good morning! Kumusta? I love you.

Actually, I was surprised when I scrolled down the page because it was a message full of I love you. And it made me teary eyed because I can’t think of any person would love me as much as my sister does. I also love her to the extent that I even warned him not to look at boys and focus herself to school. And if ever a guy would hurt her, I will definitely go and leave my world just to exchange blows with the one who hurt her.

Together with my 4^th sibling, who happens to be the 2^nd youngest child in the family, we always take time to share stories with each other. I can always feel their genuine love for me because I can see their exhilaration every time I go back home. We always look forward on weekend. That’s the best time for us to talk incessantly and laugh optimistically.

Without these two little wonders that I have in my life, I would be, absolutely, a great loner. ü