My Sister, Eunice.

Just moments ago, my sister, Eunice, came barging in my room with a crumpled paper in hand. She was so excited about something and kept shoving the paper under my nose as I kept typing on the computer. I finally looked up only to see a hastily scribbed telephone number on the piece of paper.

"Abi o! Gusto mo maging scriptwriter? Eto o, sa ABS-CBN!" she shrieked enthusiastically.

"Huh?" It took a while before my brain gears started clinking into motion.

"Libre lang 'to! 18 years old and above! Eksakto!"

WHOA. The shy ol' Abi kicked in again. "Samahan mo ako?"

"Hmm, sige! Pero samahan lang!" It never fails to amaze me how nice she can be when she wanted to.

I could only smile as I felt my heart grow a little bigger, a little richer.

"Yan ah, kopyahin mo! Baka maging scriptwriter ka na! Diba dream mo yan?" I could only nod. She left my room with a wide and wacky grin, a satisfied look on her face as if completing a mission. If her mission was to make me glad, she's done exactly that...and more.

I had never thought she actually had so much faith in me. I mean, we aren't the kind of sisters who share everything from clothes to make-up all that jazz. (How could we when I'm jumbo sized and she's normal?) We always did have our little squabbles over the remote control, resto bills and the like. But we have that kind of a special rapport probably just because of the same blood running in our veins. It was a known fact in this household that I do love writing and I write just whenever and wherever and I could go on and on about a story I read even if no one's really interested, however I didn't know that she thought so highly of my talent, of my dream.

It's just that...a little thing like this made me so much more confident about myself. It's being armed with that knowledge that someone believes in you with so much faith and support that you can't help but feel good with yourself. Awwww... she's just moved me (who says faith can't move mountains, or in this case, boulders?) in ways I really can not explain with mere words. But it's something I will probably never forget and so, someday when and IF I do realize my dream, I'll be sure to place her name in front of my masterpiece.

To my sister Eunice.
For keeping the faith.