You are Kristille
we call you IC at home
a name tagging the tragic past
never mind that story
you are the youngest sis
you seem to grow without me
Kuya's comfort as your eldest bro
are the thing intended for you
but I couldn't ever shared
I've lost many miles behind us
something that I share with
the other people
It's unfair
I am unfair
I can't grow old with you
or the rest of our siblings
my fatherhood responsibility
is coming near
I am saddened that
my fair for going home
is not enough even for my wife
cesarean operation
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