Since you left our then happy home, we were never the same. For the past three years, we took your mom and you under our wing and treated you as we would our family, because you Sam, are part of us. During those times when your mom was not welcome in her own home for having you, she lived in Guadalupe and not one of us told her to leave. She was more than welcome especially since she brought with her the tiny bundle of joy which is YOU. Ever since i first saw you, i may not be your mother, but i knew then how special you are, that we need to give you the best for you to grow healthy, strong and most of all, happy.I may not be the one to put you to sleep, not the one your eyes see when you wake up from slumber, i may not have all the time in the world for you, but since day 1 of your life, i was a silent witness. Your first steps and the way your eyes look when you get scared of falling down the floor, your first words, when you surprised me by calling my name "yeye" because you cannot fully pronounced my nick "lilil". the way you cry when i leave for work that sometimes your kuya sid or eman would just take you , sit at the front and get off Maxi at the corner, so that you wont have to cry. The way, you watched TV and learn all those songs from the children's show "Dora" and "Yo Gabba Gabba". I could go on and on and it would take me days to finish all the things i had been witness to about you since the first day you were brought to our home. Growing up, you were, as what i call, the most photographed baby in the whole world...well it might not be true but to me, you are and i have a picture diary of you. You have been used to the word "picture picture" which when blurted would make you wear this sweet , sweet innocent smile and a pose you mimicked from tita cha or nanay led. Your endless singing the songs that we taught you was music to my ears in the morning. Your curiosity on just about everything was never irritating and even though i never spoil you by telling you my things are not toys to be played with, whenever you start to disarrange the items on my table, ate baby does the opposite by just allowing you to do just about anything with her things. I miss those times when you request me to play the song "Peacock" by Katy Perry when you jump in on Maxi and we're driving, not knowing that this tune has a hidden meaning to its lyrics which is supposedly not for kids.All these and more are gone now. It has been. since before your third birthday. Yes, i admit, this is not my fight. I am not your mother. I am just one of the sisters of your grandma. yes i understand...it is not our fight ...we do not have the right to question ..and so here i am, just keeping my silence since a few months ago but i am honestly suffering from the inside. I cry everyday because i miss you, our little one. You had been the life in our home and now
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