Missing My Little Angel

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A letter made for Rina. ----------------------- Her name is Rina - a 3-year old little girl, daughter of our neighbor, and the one who always called me three houses before I reached home from my night class during college days. *hehe* Once she saw me, she would run, throw herself to me , give me a big hug and kiss me on the cheek. Then, all the other kids in the neighbourhood would line up next to her to do the same thing. *smiles* By the time I reached home, I got lots of little smacks and kisses, PLUS a bodyguard (that's Rina) who carried with her my small notebook (because sh would always offer to carry my things even though it's too big for her). It was always the scenario that welcomed me since the time she learned how to speak, walk and run. [I was among those who taught her that! *smiles*] I even branded them as my Little Fan's Club and Rina, the youngest, is the president. *hehe* It was just a simple and ordinary thing, but I always look back to it with a sad smile on my face. *** [Rina...] I miss you so much, little angel! And I miss home, too. It has been a year and 9 months since I said my goodbye to you. Maybe, by the time you grow up, learn to use the Internet and read this, you would never believe that I call you 'angel'. *hehe* Because you never were, right? =p You are soooo bratty. Such a spoiled kiddo who always finds a way to get sympathy and affection from the older people around you. But that makes you special... I miss the times you would ramp in front of me to show off your new Sunday dress and shoes, and those times when you would go upstairs to my room and wake me up at six o'clock in the morning. (Today, it's the my cellphone's alarm clock that wakes me up. *sad*...) You would proudly declare that you have taken your bath because your hair is wet. *hehe* So, you would push me to go to the Rest Room and take a bath, too! [Hey! I am 17 years older than you!!! Grr...! :p] *** I miss the times you'd go to the house and play with my yellow and orange markers while I am studying. Out of eagerness, you would ask me to help you draw a circle. I would let you play with my pencils and colored ballpens. And once you finished "wasting" my ink, you would proudly show me your work: lots of circles and shapes that I am not sure if they are even shapes. hehe... *** With you, I found the little sister I longed to have. I miss fixing our hair, sweetie... Even miss teasing you that I am more beautiful than you are. *hehe* I miss the funny faces we made in front of the mirror and even miss more seeing you experimenting with my baby powder, cologne and lotion. You even want me to apply lipstick on you. [Don't hurry growing up, okie?!?] I miss making teases with you... but best of all, I just miss those quiet moments when I have you in my arms. *sigh*... *** You are still little, you are not yet aware of the things that are bound to happen. That night of November, when we were sharing the junk foods with my friend, was the final blow. I never saw you the next morning, where people were busy fixing our things... I never saw you amidst the crowd. I wished you would be able to experience the wonderful things I had at the place I called home for 20 years, 18 days and 21 hours of my life. But, it's impossible now. I am wondering how you are right now. The last that I heard was that you are now in school. Do you have another "new sister" in the new place you are staying? I am jealous. I envy whoever that girl is because she will have the chance of seeing you grow up. *** The night before the dreadful day happened, I had you sat on my lap. Let you sing that "Twinkle, twinkle little stars..." again. That night, I kissed you my final goodbye.