Dear Family,
It is early morning here in Singapore. The air smells like salty plumerias. The tentative, sleepy, watery sunshine is burning out the humidity of the night. Jungle birds are having their own "Singapore Idol", it seems. It feels good to be home. So good...that I'm feeling like Neruda. Hahaha!
I am deeply grateful that we had the chance to witness together Marty and Mike's hard work in New York. I was watching all of you Syjuco-Jalbuenas at the Welcome Dinner and my heart was filled with pride to be a part of your family. The love that you have for each other is the stuff you read about in books and I pray it always stays that way.
I always envision you 6 like a Roman Phalanx. When one of you is in need, you all instinctively and automatically get in shoulder to shoulder formation, shields up, weapons at the ready and advance in unison. I've seen it time and again. It is beautiful.
I know I was braver because you were all there.
Marty and Mike, our hearts are overflowing. What you have achieved is nothing short of a miracle!
We will never forget these days.
We missed you all the Heineken Awards Party, but Pebs and I screamed on all your behalf!
all my love and gratitude,
mimi
P.S.
is it just me or are Marty and Mike starting to look alike? Hmmmm....how weird that Pebs and I have the same hairline!
Jaime, ( my mom and I voted) and you are still the most devilishly handsome Syjuco and deserve a Heineken for that!
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