parentinglife

 My post today is all about my manang (big sister). I am the youngest of two girls and my mom and dad divorced when i was about 4-5 yrs old. Now that’s a long time. It was just us, my mom, sister and me. I have always envied my sister since she got all  the personality. She is well loved by all the people around her and she draws a crowd of good and loyal friends with her. She is a flower one never without a bee in sight. She is a wonderful sister, well she did beat me up a couple of times when we were younger,heheheh.. I remember this one incident that we were going to the cutlery drawer and i got there first and she punched me on the face. I had a nose bleed so bad that is scared her until now i have like a little bump on the nose from that incident, another one was when she tried to punch me again and i blocked her punches resulting in my pinkie finger being badly sprained. I got on her nerves so much that she would be like a volcano erupting,lol.

She is a great great cook. Back home i hated, hated cooking. I did most of the cleaning up and the washing of the dishes and the pan after every meal. I just couldn’t understand the logic behind slaving over the hot stove for long hours and only have that food consumed in less than a minute. She would always encourage me to try cooking and experiment with it. She gets into this cooking frenzy and would cook and cook. If ever the recipe she tried out didn’t come out as expected she would have a fit and just throw the whole thing in the trash and start over again. Of course the it wasn’t that bad the taste but knowing her perfection in achieving the right taste, look and consistency it was to be expected. My grandmother’s right hand in cooking. My sister makes one hell of a good apple pie and coconut pie. Our foriegn friends loves her cooking and would request some dishes made when they come to visit. I miss her so much and i miss her cooking. I cant wait for 2010 when we go there for a vacation. I will probably go on a trick diet two weeks prior to the vacation so when i get home i can eat and eat and eat.

My sister is a person of silver heart for a silver heart is not too common. She has not found her other half just yet and i know she will. She is a great aunt and always patient and very loving. I feel bad that my daughter never got to sleep in her arms the way my other nephew did. I sometimes wish i was my sister but nah,  I am my own and i cannot change that anymore. When my sister does find the right man he will be surely blessed for she is a wonderful woman full of love, courage, spirit, faith and hope. I miss you dearly my manang.