Missing My Ate

I was watching television in my sister’s room, lying restless on their bed. Silly to say I was waiting for my Ate’s footsteps to the comfort room. When in reality, she is not with us anymore. She is still on her honeymoon, and I hope her husband is taking good care of her.

I miss my Ate, my only Ate. Silly to say, but I would miss the times I get irritated by her long hours use of the comfort room; her over-acting scream and laugh every time something amazing flashed on the television; and her bitchiness would definitely be missed.