dramas of my life

She is the second offspring of my one and only brother. She was five years younger than her Kuya Luis (my first pamangkin). I saw them both grow up because I have live with them until I move out because I got married.Her real name is Franzine Lois, but we fondly call him BUMA. A name which was given by Luis from a Dragon Ball Z character but with a little alteration because at the time of conception bulol pa si Luis.

Buma was conceived during the dark ages of my life. Her mama was pregnant when I was confined at the hospital and have been diagnosed with lupus. When she was born, I took all the effort to go see her at the hospital she was born. Few days after, she contracted a disease that she have to be dextrosed and be confined. But after that all went well. There are times when I wish I could carry her like I did when her Kuya Luis is still a toddler but my lupus limits me to do it. All I can do is to look after her in the bed or her crib.

During her first year, we experienced a lot of trials. Whats with me being sick and our finances getting low. My brother have no choice but to look for job oppurtunities abroad to sustain his family. So, few days before her first birthday her papa left for Jeddah.

I know my sister in law will have a difficult time coping up with the distance between her and my brother. Plus the fact that she has two kids to take care of. I don’t know if Buma sense it but she never was a difficult child to take care of. Growing up she has grown closer to me and his To-to (her Tito version, pet name she coined for Mahal, her ninong). She was one of the reason why I always wanted to be strong. And I have to always be there for her not to feel the absence of her papa.

When I was hospitalized last 2004, she keeps on asking about me accdg to her mama. And when I was in the hospital, I always cry when I think of her because I miss her dearly. And from that day on I promised myself that I would not succumb to my sickness because I wanted to see her grow up together with Kuya Luis.

Today, I can now carry her. Even if she is now 3 years old. Although I do not see her everyday, I always consider her my baby. She always come and visit us in our house during Sundays or if time permits. She would play around the house as if she really belong to us. She even left one of her feeding bottle in our house. She really is our baby.
And last Oct 22 she turned 3. And her bday dress was a gift from us. A pink dress (pink is her fave color) with butterflies and flower. She is pretty. And an add on to her bday is her Papa being present. After skipping two of her bdays. She is an epitome of a smart kid.

And when i grow and gray, i would never regret to reminisce the time and the money I have spend with her and her kuya. i would never trade off days when i have to baby sit them or just plainly chat and play with her. she is one of my angels. even mahal knows how much i love her. and there a nights that i can’t help but cry because i miss her wit and charms. but i know one day we will have our own buma…god willing.

BUMA

You are my angel, my baby

God’s gift to us

When we are in the middle of hardship

I have seen you grow

From a hairless child

To a curly princess

You have been my inspiration

To fight and be strong

So that I could carry in my arms

as you have always requested

Now that you have grown to be smart

Knowing the ABCs and 123

Differentiating the colors

As it had appear to your sight

I look forward to your first day in school

And as you always asked

And as I always promised

I would be there to send you off

How i wish I could be with you all day

But there are things that are inevitable

And cannot be controlled

Yet I know that you know

And you feel how important you are to me

And how much your Toto and I loves you very much

You will always be our princess

Our little buma

Who have added color to our life

Thank you for coming into our life

And showering us little kisses

And endlessly wisphering I love you

Love you baby!

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