surrogate sisters

One early morn in October 2008, a childlike face greeted me upon entering my then-new-home at The Enterprise Center. As she opened the door, I could fondly recall how she welcomed me with a very sincere smile on my first day of work. Seeing her genuine accommodating stance, an instant impression marked at the back of my mind ─ that I could get a whiff of a budding friendship with this person, and so history followed.

We went through the so-called feminine quarrels; each of which, we victoriously managed well. As time went by, our differences added to the spice of a stronger camaraderie with each other. I found comfort in her shoulders during life’s most anguished phase. She was present along the way when I tried to get back on my feet again. With her, I learnt not to be afraid of crying, not to hesitate facing her with drenched eyes, and not to show reluctance in telling her how exactly I feel. She reminded me that as friends, we have to keep all things real so as to free away every burden we hoard within. She satisfied that yearning to be with a trusted sister during and after every challenge I needed to play against.

Had I been missing someone among my closest friends, it would be Nica.

If not for the man who certainly makes her happy at this moment, I would have regretted not being able to be with her as she turns a year older today. No matter how remote I may be from you now, I guarantee you our unwritten yet so binding pact ─ we are each other’s surrogate sisters, and we’ll remain as such regardless of distance.

I love you, Nica! Happy Birthday!

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