Kuya
I miss my brother.
No, he's not dead. No, he didn't turn into a drug abuser or homicidal maniac. I just miss him because he's going to be a dad now.
Flashback!!! (cue: windy sound effects and black and white images)
*When we were younger, let's say he's 14 and I'm 7 years old (yes, we have a seven-year gap), we would watch wrestling and end up wrestling with each other.
*There was one time he hid something for me to find,made a map for me to follow for the sake of boredom-busting.
*Speaking of busters, we used to play Ghost Busters A LOT (usong-uso pa yun noon eh).
*If my parents are out and he's left with me, he would cook for me.
*He gave me a Spongebob stuffed toy one time for no reason (he knows I used to worship the Squarepants show haha).
...And a lot more.Everytime I remember that his girlfriend is 6 months pregnant, I can't help thinking...One day he'll totally move out of the house because he's starting his own family now (and its a good thing that he immediately found a job as a computer graphics artist),he'll soon marry and completely become a man, a FATHER.
You may not grasp what I'm feeling now if you don't have a brother, but for those who have one (or more), and you've grown to be close to him,I think you'd agree that there's a slight "emotional baggage" when it comes to these things.Truth is, when we got older, that was the real time we got closer because amidst all the childhood fun we had, he was a bully when we were younger and there were times he hurt me. Maybe because there was the thought that I'm a girl and I'm younger,he might've felt inferior.
He was a rebel in high school and that was our "dark time"...for all of us, especially my parents. It was when I got older,more mature that he began to understand me more because we both knew we're still growing together.Of course, the bullying had to stop right? And when it did, there were drastic changes. Once more, we're moving up to a whole new level. I'm just starting to be independent (towards college) and he's already building a home.
I repeat. I miss my brother. I guess the only thing that can comfort me now is to remind myself that he's still my brother no matter what. And he knows that I'm the only sister he can ever have so he should be happy too (haha).
No, he's not dead. No, he didn't turn into a drug abuser or homicidal maniac. I just miss him because he's going to be a dad now.
Flashback!!! (cue: windy sound effects and black and white images)
*When we were younger, let's say he's 14 and I'm 7 years old (yes, we have a seven-year gap), we would watch wrestling and end up wrestling with each other.
*There was one time he hid something for me to find,made a map for me to follow for the sake of boredom-busting.
*Speaking of busters, we used to play Ghost Busters A LOT (usong-uso pa yun noon eh).
*If my parents are out and he's left with me, he would cook for me.
*He gave me a Spongebob stuffed toy one time for no reason (he knows I used to worship the Squarepants show haha).
...And a lot more.Everytime I remember that his girlfriend is 6 months pregnant, I can't help thinking...One day he'll totally move out of the house because he's starting his own family now (and its a good thing that he immediately found a job as a computer graphics artist),he'll soon marry and completely become a man, a FATHER.
You may not grasp what I'm feeling now if you don't have a brother, but for those who have one (or more), and you've grown to be close to him,I think you'd agree that there's a slight "emotional baggage" when it comes to these things.Truth is, when we got older, that was the real time we got closer because amidst all the childhood fun we had, he was a bully when we were younger and there were times he hurt me. Maybe because there was the thought that I'm a girl and I'm younger,he might've felt inferior.
He was a rebel in high school and that was our "dark time"...for all of us, especially my parents. It was when I got older,more mature that he began to understand me more because we both knew we're still growing together.Of course, the bullying had to stop right? And when it did, there were drastic changes. Once more, we're moving up to a whole new level. I'm just starting to be independent (towards college) and he's already building a home.
I repeat. I miss my brother. I guess the only thing that can comfort me now is to remind myself that he's still my brother no matter what. And he knows that I'm the only sister he can ever have so he should be happy too (haha).
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