My hero's name is Kikka

sigh! i don't know how to start this so I'll just get straight to it. My sister injured her foot yesterday during the Individual all-around competition for gymnastics. No words could describe how I felt seeing her writhing in pain after doing her first vault and hearing her call my name. I would have done anything to spare her from the excruciating pain she must have been feeling. Until now, I cry whenever people text me about it, or when they call me to ask if I am related to the gymnast in the papers. I see her photos on newspapers in probably one of the saddest days of her life and I just cry, for her pain, for her dream of winning a gold medal for the Philippines in her sport. This was supposed to be her year, having won medals in India and Singapore in the past months, besting out the same gymnasts she was competing against in this year's SEA Games. But I guess it was just not meant to be.

I apprieciate all of you who texted and called me to convey your sympathy and best wishes for my sister. I really, really, really appreciate it. I apologize if my replies were short and if my tone was curt. I was just trying hard to control my emotions. You guys know how much I hate crying and would prefer to laugh at everything. Unfortunately, this time, it seems that all I have been doing since yesterday was cry.

Again, I ask for your prayers. She will be undergoing an operation at 5:00 PM today. I know how scared she is right now to be in an operating room with a roomful of strangers. I wish I could be with her but my duties for the SEA games are not yet finished. I am in such a crummy mood right now. Wanting to be somewhere else but not being able to leave and be with her.

I'm just so proud of my sister Kikka. I don't care if she won a medal or not. I'm just so proud that she really wanted to represent our country, even though she was already injured. I'm so damn proud to be her sister.