a bar in quezon city.
ten years of kannae-y.
baby steps no more.
wall drawings are gone.
sweet smelling breath a memory.
tea parties getting to be a rarity.
no more barbies and bratz.
disney princesses are a thing of the past.
we now visit comic alley.
toy kingdom is history.
her brother's influence, that is.
but some things remain unchanging.
in a decade that's not stopping.
she still likes popcorns.
and zac efron.
and that old pillow.
and swirly ribbons.
bubbles always bring cheer.
days are like christmas morning.
with her sparkle and gaiety,
her letters to me are worth keeping.
in her secret diary,
she has no idea she is funny.
fix her hair,
kiss away her awwchie,
help solve her little problems,
explain life and its riddles,
and prod her to gobble her greens.
I wish she will not grow up too fast.
boys to not occupy her sweet, untainted heart.
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