I have always wondered that when I speak up with whatever I feel right now, they seem too close-minded and never listen to what I say
They tend to make alibis or create reasons, criticize me badly.

But when I am silent, my silence speak for itself. They could easily understand my ****** reaction, my body language and how I am silent when they ask me.

Our debts have been paid by Jesus, and our sins are forgiven.

So, who are we to withhold forgiveness from those who have wronged us? As Jesus taught, we should forgive not just seven times, but seventy-seven times—a testament to the boundless nature of grace and mercy.

We forgive even if forgiveness is never sought. We don’t forgive for redemption—we forgive because we, too, are sinners, imperfect human beings. Forgiveness is not something we do because it’s commanded of us; we forgive out of our own will, for our peace of mind.

Time doesn’t truly heal wounds—they remain, just as memories do, including the painful ones. Time doesn’t let us forget, but forgiveness allows us to find peace within ourselves. If others cannot forgive us, let it be. What matters is that, within our capacity and without expecting anything in return, we chose to forgive.

During Holy Week, fasting goes beyond physical discipline; it's a time to nourish the soul. Feed your spirit with calm and peace, with uplifting thoughts and moments of relaxation. Abstain from distractions, and devote yourself to prayer, seeking God’s guidance and protection.

By doing so, you strengthen your heart against the devil’s trickery and deception, ensuring you remain steadfast in faith and truth. It’s not just a period of sacrifice, but a meaningful journey of spiritual growth and renewal.

"Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice," just like "You won't find the same person twice."

If life gives you a second chance, grab it. Don’t let it slip away, because the same opportunity might not come again. Use that chance to set things right, learn from the past, and give it your best shot.

You are my comfort.  
In everything—  
In chaos and calm, in the mess and the peace—  
You are my safe place.

2. You’ve never failed to make me feel loved and appreciated.
Not even once.  
Not even on the days I didn’t feel worthy of it.

3. With you, I never feel alone.
Never ignored.  
Your presence makes me feel seen, heard, and understood.  
You’ve never made me feel invisible—you always made sure I was okay.

4. You always understand my pain.
You feel it before I even say a word.  
Whether I’m sad, happy, scared, excited, or anything in between—  
You match my emotions with your presence.  
Even on the worst and best days, you were there.  
Always.

5. You make everything feel special.  
Even the simplest things—  
Street food dates, thrift store strolls, window shopping at the mall,  
or just sitting together on a park bench—  
with you, it all feels magical.

6. You always listen.
You never make my rants feel like a burden.  
You make me feel heard—  
like what I say matters to you.  
You listen not just with your ears, but with your heart.

7. You make me feel safe.
Always.  
You make sure I get home safe.  
Even during the smallest errands, you’re right there beside me,  
never letting me feel alone or vulnerable.

8. You respect me.  
You never force me to do anything I’m uncomfortable with.  
You always ask, always check in,  
making sure that whatever we do—it’s always with consent and care.

9. You make time.
Rain or shine.  
No ifs, no buts, no excuses.  
If you say you’ll see me, you show up—always.

10. And finally, we are compatible.
You’re like my mirror.  
My twin soul. My better half.  
Being with you feels like meeting the male version of myself.  
It feels right.  
It feels like destiny—  
That someday, it’ll be you I’ll walk toward,  
at the end of the aisle.

I'm sorry if I failed as your daughter.
If I never lived up to your expectations.

At the very least, I graduated.
At least, I pushed through—I never dropped out, never skipped classes.
At least the recognition came before any award.
At least I didn’t get pregnant along the way.

But even then, I received no appreciation.

Were you proud that I made it this far?
Were you proud that, at the very least, I graduated?
You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’m used to it—I trained myself not to react anymore.

But still, behind closed doors, I kept asking myself:
Were my efforts ever enough?
Did I ever make you feel satisfied or proud of what I did while I was still studying?

Did I make it—as your daughter?
Or just as a student of my alma mater?

I'm sorry if I failed as a sibling—
As your Ate.
I just got tired.
I'm only resting.

But that doesn't mean I'm weak.
I’m strong—because I know that all of this hardship, someday, will lead somewhere meaningful.

As your sister, you may have seen or heard me cry.
Just don’t mind me.
I’m just trying to let it all out—
Like a cloud, heavy with all the weight it’s been carrying.
I just need to feel the pain…
Until it finally numbs me.

You may have seen me in my most vulnerable moments.
But that’s okay.

It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be seen in pain.
Because I am brave—
Brave enough to let others see my tears,
Brave enough to show the wounds I usually hide.