O what a day, November 2nd, 1990.
\nMy sister was born, one of world\u2019s finest, but fattest baby.
\nMy parents could attest, they were both blessed and distressed.
\nCrying and crying, but their daughter nonetheless.<\/p>\n
She adored her father and mother, more than anything
\nEven made a girl bawl, bragging,
\n\u201cMy mom is better than your mom.\u201d
\nShe is right our mom is pretty bomb<\/p>\n
O what a day, December 30th, 1995
\nI was born, the world\u2019s finest and normal baby arrives.
\nMy sister can confess, she was both obsessed and depressed.
\nA baby brother, competition, but also some toy to dress
\nFrom plaid dresses, pipe cleaner glasses, to oversized shoes,
\nShe did it all. I was the canvas, I was the muse.<\/p>\n
From ups and downs, smiles and frowns, you were there,
\nA second mother, my partner in crime, my best friend.
\nThrough thick and thin, you\u2019ve always been like a mother bear.
\nAnd you will always be that to me, up until the very end.<\/p>\n
Even though at times I was a bothersome brother (as they should)
\nI always looked up to you, I always kept trying to be in your shoes.
\nI keep running, but I only get to where you once stood.
\nYou will and already do great things, no matter what path you choose.<\/p>\n
Now, Rob, I never thought my sister would ever date.
\nIn fact, my parents didn\u2019t even know if she was straight.
\nI never thought there would be a man that could
\nI never thought there would be a man that would.
\nBut here we are, Rob Wu
\nYou did the impossible. You woo Min-Joo.
\nAnd I can\u2019t but applaud you.<\/p>\n
But be warned, she loves to dress you up, pretend you’re her toy
\nSo much so that you might question if you are even a boy.
\nShe is fierce, sometimes crazy, and no one can stop her,
\nAnd so, I say, \u201cGood luck monsieur.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rob, when I heard and saw you took care of my sister
\nI thought of you as a brother from another mother
\nIn the past, figuratively,
\nbut now quite literally.
\nAnd so I entrust to you, my yae-yae,
\nMy second mother, my partner in crime, my best friend.
\nTake care of each other up until the very end.<\/p>\n
O what a day, today, August 12th, 2017
\nA new chapter, so much in the unforeseen
\nRob and Min-Joo, I hope the best for you two.
\nStay strong, stay true, and know we are always beside you.
\nI do not know what the future brings,
\nBut I am sure it has great and happy things.<\/p>\n
O What a Day, the start of this union of heart.
\nCongratulations and we love you, Rob and Min-Joo Wu.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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