So this day was so tiring. It’s my brother’s belated birthday celebration. It was just a simple birthday party, me and my relatives. There were no other people invited. It’s been a long time since I haven’t been able to have this time with my family (and relatives). It’s hard to deny what went wrong about our clan, just so our yearly reunion had been stopped seven years ago. That’s why this get-together has been so refreshing.
I was able to chat with my cousins for more than five hours. We talked about lots of things and shared the things our “every days” were filled. I and my cousins went into the same high school. Even though I graduated ahead from them, we all know people from the batches of our circle, that’s why when we talk about someone, we won’t be “out of place.”
You know, family means a lot to me. I admit, sometimes I hate some of my relatives, the ones who try to own much of the properties that should belong to all of us and not just them, but later on, I still find in myself the love for my own blood. My family are the people who never fail to soften my heart. When I say “family,” I don’t only talk about my parents and siblings, I mean my relatives too.
I sometimes find it hard to pull myself away from crying, every time I look back at my childhood. It was when during Christmas, we go to the ancestral house, and everyone brings their own dishes to share. I play with my cousins, we sleep in one bed no matter how many we are, our aunts and uncles sing videoke, and everybody is merry. I just miss those times. When my great grandfather died, that was like our last reunion, and it was a sad one.
I’m just happy now that we all get to reconnect. I’m also happy that my brother is happy during his birthday. Among us siblings, he is the least whose requests are granted. I pity him sometimes. I love him. This was such a wonderful day. I don’t only get to see my brother happy, I also get to see most of my loved ones.
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