remembering family

i guess this is still part of emo. im looking at facebook and seeing the pictures of my siblings, their families. im the only one left here in pinas of six siblings (as they call it. though i dont exactly like the term). all of them have relocated their entire families in different parts of the globe.

im thinking that we are such a typical OFW family. haha. im glad though, that our folks are here with me. and i treasure each and every moment i have with them.

but i suddenly remember the times growing up when we were all kids. we were one noisy bunch especially during mealtimes. never a dull moment because we all had our stories to tell. and we had our dramas, the emo moments, the shouting matches. there were also the alliances and connivances. protecting each other from the wrath of an angry mother. hahaha.

save for the bunso, we were all within one to two years apart. so we really grew up together. amazing though how different our lives have become. one by one, each started to migrate. the last was our bunso who brought his family down under last year. our financial fates also differ wildly. some are doing very well, some are struggling, still.

i have had the unique chance to visit most of them (am still planning that trip down under). visits abroad are so precious to me. i spend as much time as i could with them, doing the tourist sites or simply just chatting in their humble homes. and as adults, i get to realize how i really value them. sometimes i wish we could all just be together again.

its not always sugary sweet, our relationships with one another. we have our tampuhans.. of course overseas this time. but all of those just melt away when i realize how much they are a part of who ive become. and i would do anything for them.

im the only unmarried one left. and that gives me the wonderful responsibility to take care of our parents. sometimes i think that is why i became gay, so i could be the one to care for them. sorry about gushing over my parents. i really am blessed with such loving, supportive parents who have accepted me for all that i am and am not.

let this be just my way of saying i love you and miss you, my dear siblings.