Something has changed in my life since I met her. She's funny, she's clingy, she's a singer, a song writer, well she's talented. Also, she don't cook food but she loves chopping meat and other ingredients. She loves travelling, she's good at photography, and it is strange that the pics she made, were always kept in her booklet. She loves movies, she loves memes, she had a very nice sense of humor, she act boyishly, but she's a woman.
A woman with a big heart. A woman of hope. A woman of vision. Yung tipong, mapatulala ka sa ganda ng kaniyang mata na puno ng sinseridad at determinasyon. She have always wanted to be an internet sensation, a singer in the internet. But she have the dream to become a doctor. She entered med school.
Then suddenly the tables turned...
Hindi ko inakalang mangyayari ang hindi naman talaga inaasahan. She's strong. Alam ko yun, 'cause I've known her for like years, she never let sickness defeat her. Pero ngayon iba, dahil pati ang oras ay kalaban niya.
"Clint, huwag kang mabibigla." Kinabahan ako sinabing doctor niya, sa mukha palang ng namumulang mata ng mga kasama ko, ay alam kong hindi maganda ang balita.
"Doc, ano ho yon?" I asked calmly, but deep inside, my heart is banging in my chest due to the nervousness I am feeling.
Yes, she had brain cancer. Stage 3. I never knew that she was bearing the cancer for a year now, at wala siyang pinagsabihan. Akala ko okay lang lahat, pero hindi pala. Behind her smiles, were pain. Beyond her vision, was a mission, a mission to survive all by herself. And the hope she was hoping, is the memories she wanna keep. That's why she started collecting pictures. That's why she started to focus on music and travel.
Ginawa niyang motivation ang sakit niya to live her life. But I was confused, she could enjoy life more kung maagapan agad ang kaniyang sakit.
I was waiting outside her room, it's her 4th month in the hospital. Minsan okay siya, minsan hindi. Hindi siya nagpaopera because she doesn't want her brain to be touched, afraid that the memories she made here on earth will be vanished. Ni respeto ko siya, because I love my ate so much. And that is the only thing I can do more for her.
"Cli-clint..." she tried to speak. Her fragile skin and dark bags are evident. She's weak, but she's brave, she dared to speak even if it is hard to do, but she did.
"I'm sorry kung hindi ko nasabi sa yo ha. Pag pasensya-han mo na a-ang ate....hi-hindi ko gust-tong malun-gkot ka da-hil may sakit ak-o. Ba-ka matig-gil ang mg-a masasayang mom-ents natin." I never knew that my tears escaped from my eyes. She tried to smile, my ate has the best smile.
"Clin-t please take care of them for me ha..."
"Ate don't say that...please" manginig nginig na ang boses ko while touching her cold hands.
"Clin-t, I don't regret passing this world, because I will remember millions of memories- and Brother, You are my favorite memory" a lone tear dropped from her eye.
"Ate—you're my life. Ate please-"
"No Clint, I am your memory too. And you're life depends on your choices on what memories you will do next. Ang mga ala-ala ang dadalhin mo habang buhay. Take care of my songs and my photographs okay."
"Ate I love you. Thank you."
"My favorite memory, I love you too." She said with a smile. And then she stopped talking.
"Ate pleaseee..."
And I don't think she heard me anymore.
"Clarisse Andreinne Medalla, passed away at 9:30 pm"
I am Clinton Josef Medalla, and I just lost my sister.
