When we were together, it felt as though time stood still, as if you would always remain the same little girl forever. But now, seeing you from afar through photos, I’m often surprised by how much you’ve grown and matured. When you were little—sweet and chubby—we used to call you Nonita. Now you’ve become a young woman, living your own life. I’m sorry that when you were struggling, I didn’t always listen as closely as I should have. I let my own busyness get in the way. Nonita, I love you so much. Wherever you are, I will always support you and cheer you on.