[ Thanks Tita Dely Imperial and Tita Rose Lizo for use of the pic! ]
WHETHER THEY love or hate each other (or somewhere in between), cherish or annoy each other to bits (or somewhere in between), avoid each other or play practical jokes all the time (or somewhere in between), brothers and sisters share more than blood and childhood memories. They are bound by a psychic connection that will not be severed by time or space, and when they reconnect after a long while apart, let’s just say the emotional whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
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My mom and her three siblings more than deserve to give each other a pat on the back. After all, they’ve endured a hard childhood, worked through school, successfully raised families and are now enjoying their grandchildren, all in the span of 70 years give or take. But every now and then they like to reminisce about the happy days they spent in their island hometown in Masbate, where the air was pure and nature was free. Because they had no other choice, they learned to depend on each other, where in the game of Life, family and their brood was the only team that mattered. Challenges and adversity have come and gone, but Linda, PD, Amy and Beth have remained, and have come through with flying colors for their children, grandchildren and almost surely given their impeccable health (knock-knock) great-grandchildren to admire, now and forever.
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They’re not exactly the closest of siblings, but the last time they met, with (ahem) their father looking on, you could’ve sworn they might actually have missed each other.
The last few months have been a whirlwind for Panganay, Ganda and Bunso. New milieus, new school, new jobs, even new loves, everything has been a new taste and new sensation for the trio. So much so that they haven’t had time to compare notes and look back on their remarkable journeys from Cainta Rizal all the way to Windy Wellington.
I wouldn’t say the experience has brought them closer, but it has afforded them a new perspective with which to view and appreciate each other, if not as immediate family, then as members of individuals who’ve gone through toddlerhood and teenhood with shared eyes ears and feelings.
Almost throughout the dinner, which Mahal and I ate with them after a visit to recuperating Panganay (who was recovering from a sports injury), they were constantly wary of each other. But only because so much had changed, around the constant reality that they would always be brothers and sister.
Take away the novelty, and what remains on the picture is the simple happiness on their faces. At least, that hasn’t changed.
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By many standards I’m an old man, and yet whenever I think of my four brothers, especially about being with them, I feel young. Why? Maybe because I grew up with them, and you’re only as old (young) as you feel. And because we’re all in the same generation, I only need to be with them, physically or otherwise, to be a kid again.
I’ll bet you feel the same with your own brothers and / or sisters!
Thanks for reading!
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