Dear Trip...
Oi... kapatid kong mataba. panget ang ngipin. at ngayo'y medyo bagsakin sa eskwela... mamamatay na ako, naisipan kitang sulatan. bakit? kasi ikaw lang ang nag-iisa kong kapatid... at ang talagang dahilan ko ay pwede kitang utusan ng mga bagay na ipagbibilin ko kasi mas-bata ka sa akin, at gusto ko lahat isang sulat na lang, dahil nga mamamatay na ako. Ayokong magsayang ng oras sa pagkuha pa ng panibagong papel at enbelop na lalawayan ko pa paulit-ulit. Kaya, eto. Basahin mo ng maigi ang mga utos ko:
…Unang-una, pakitext lahat ng tao na nasa contacts ko, send to all: “thank you for being part of my life, you made my journey here on earth better than if you were not part of my expedition… I just want to say, sorry if I hurt you, I really didn’t mean to. If only I knew ways to make your life as fun as how you made mine, then I would, if only I was blessed with the time to do so. So, now, I just want to say “HI!”…it’s okay if you don’t have time to reply… If ever you want to reply, you may just whisper it… para tipid sa load. Hehe. I will still hear it.-mimi lucas”… gets? Kung globe siya Trip, gamitin mo yung bulok ko na Phone…other networks, dun sa medyo bago. Tsaka pala, sayo na yung other phone ko. Pero lagay mo yung luma sa kabaong ko. Para naman kung mainit sa baba, magpapadeliver ako ng aircon.
2nd, can you please call 09179217021 and tell her to read the letter she made but make it like I was the one who sent it to her…then please buy a 1000 peso GLOBE pre-paid card, send the pin# and card# to 09274419171. pakisabi, sorry, yun na lang ang laman ng wallet ko bago ako mamatay. Sana masaya sya sa “tapakan o punasan ng paa (translate in english…M*t*)” nya. Tapos sabihin mo, “salamat at patawad pa rin mula sa akin… at pakisabi na ‘Palangga ta ka, hanggang sa huling hininga ko’-mimi”…bayaran mo na rin pala yung kapitbahay natin ng 70, may utang pa ako…
siguro ngayon, naiinis ka na… probably you’re thinking, “Mamamatay na nga ‘tong ate ko, utos pa rin ng utos sa akin…” hehe… sige na nga, magpapakasenti na ako sayo, teka. Sa edad mo bang 9, alam mo na ang ibig sabihin ng senti? Anyway… if you don’t understand what I’m about to tell you, can you read this again when you are already 14? Wala lang. that’s twice my age when you came here on this planeta.
So…another commandment from your dearest ate Mimi… please take care of our daddy Skippy and mom. I know, they’re not the coolest parents…but for me, they are the BEST. Do you know any other dad who farts inside the car while we’re all sleepy and tired? Sino pa kayang tatay ang nangungulangot sa harapan ng kotse na kitang-kita ng lahat na sumasalubong? I don’t think there’s another dad who would let his son and daughter inhale his “garlic” breath to wake them up in the morning. Skippy’s the only dad who did bike with us. Skippy’s the only dad who played Xbox with us…si daddy Skippy lang ang nakakapagpatawa sa atin ng todo-todo…And mom… take care of her, please. Make her exercise everyday. Wag mo na siyang papataasin ang BP. Tawanan mo na lang ang lahat ng Jokes nya, understand that she’s just trying to copy Skippy, she just wants to make us laugh too, so… make her feel successful, laugh no matter how BADUY her jokes are. Make her realize that we love her for her cooking…her being “maaalahanin”…because of the way she takes care of us…because of the way she is, as a MOM for us. Trip…they’re the only “real” family na ‘kadugo’ you’ve got now. Please love them twice as much as you already do…the half of your love for them will be from me. They did their best to be the best parents for us, be the best son for them. Maging bakla ka na lang para you’re the best son and daughter. Uuy!!! Loko lang ha. there has to be more Lucases in the world.
After all the things I said… or requested/commanded you to do… luging-lugi ka na. haha. Ako, mamamahinga, ikaw, magtatrabaho ng mga gusto kong gawin. That’s why I want to thank you in advance. Actually thanks also for being my little cutie fat big bro who always supported me in what I do. Thank you for being there in all of my competitions…despite the fact that I wasn’t there in most of your tournaments, even your recognition days…even though I wasn’t there during your 2nd and 3rd birthdays. I want to say sorry if I always tease you that you’re fat…that you’re not fast in swimming, that you’re not so good in academics, that you can’t do the beats that I can do. The reason why I did those to you is because I felt that those were the only times I can say those to you, for I know that you will be better, better than me. You will beat all things that I did. you’ll have more trophies, ribbons and medals than I have today. You’re better than me. You will be. I wasn’t able to fulfill my dream to be in the Olympics, please do it for me. Represent our country. Win the first gold medal for the Philippines. Now, I have the chance to watch your every game. I will be there for you, not just on your competitions but also during trainings. I will always be with you as I have always been proud of having you as my brother…Make mom and dad proud of raising such a son who could do marvelous things.
I’m sorry if I haven’t been the best big Sister. I will never forget what you wrote in your yrBook when you graduated from Rosemont... “I want to become as swimmer like my Ate”. I think you could’ve been a better Big BRO, than I have been a Big SIS. And if I were the younger one… I think I would write on my yrBook, that I want to become as good as my Kuya Trip, even though I won’t be, because there can only be one “BEST” and that is my Kuya. There are many times that I told you, you are the Best brother in the world, and you truly are. I love all the times we played Xbox, the times we wrestled, the times we fought coz of the shallowest things. I loved the time I saw mom and dad bring you to tita Rox’s house---the very first moment I saw my bestestestest Friend, my brother, my younger kapatid, my KUYA. I love the times we would dance in front of the mirror, the times we would play songs together, when we swim, when we cook, when we EAT—a LOT…when we try to figure out things, when we sleep and you'll fart. When I play the guitar while you play the kajon… when we run. When we would look for adventurous things to do…when we box each other.
You and me, we think alike. Only that I know logarithm…cosine and sines..(but you will too!!! Probably 7 yrs from now)… we act alike, as if we’re of the same age and the past 9 years have been so blessed because you are here to as my brother, my friend, my best friend. You’re my twin, who came 7 years later. You made me have someone to control “player 2” when I play video games. That’s why, now on my last day on earth, I want to say I love you Trip for coming in our lives, in my life… sorry dahil kung ako 7 years lang only child, ikaw… sa palagay ko, longer than that pa.

I love you best big younger Bro,
Ate Mimi.