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To sis,
I watched you everyday, painting your face with powder and mascara, with eye liner and lipstick. I saw how every morning you would spend more time worrying about your appearance than you would eating breakfast. I knew you were more than just a painted image trying to fit into a materialistic society, and I knew you realized this, too. You are my beautiful, young sister, the world's future, the future's link to the past. I want to share this moment with you to help you discover all the things you are capable of doing but have not yet realized.
You have the power to listen. Your ears can open up the stories of our family's history, the childhood memories that mom and dad carry about the Philippines, and the hundreds of stories describing funny moments that Inay recalls to memory. More importantly, you have the power of voice and therefore, the ability to pass on unrecorded stories of our family's past and our people's real history.
You and I shall become links to the past. We will share stories with our children just as mom and dad and all our relatives have. We will become keys for people to learn from the past and instill knowledge for the present, so that pride in themselves still exists in the future.
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