i read a similar post in a blog and i thought i'd do it as well. i hope people do not find this as a plagiarized thing because i just thought it would be fun to write about my own family.
my dad -- a man with the fewest words
my dad has always spoken the fewest words (if at all he speaks). he always prefers to be on the listening end and analyzing things. and he may be the best on that side of the fence. but to me, he will always be my savior. i remember when i was in the hospital, almost dying of dengue, my condition would always worsen my dad is not around. my mom thought not to ask my dad to run errands. i think i will always be my daddy's little girl. when i was in second grade, i broke my shoulder and he held me tightly, trying to ease the pain and ease my fears. he was always the protective shield against cruelty and pain. he would pick me up after my varsity practice during high school, or even when i was in college. he is few with words but always wise in making decisions. some says that you marry a man who is very much like your dad. i hope i find one.
my mom -- a cool one
i never had difficulty to go out with friends, or boyfriend (when i had one). i just ask my mom and she'll let me out of the house. she was stricter though when we were in school. always guarding our grades and turning off the TV when it's exams week. and i think her efforts delivered good results. my sister and i graduated from college and my brother is on his last semester (*crosses fingers*) already. i think she has instilled in us good values that made us survive the harshest storm in school. but more importantly, my mother always understands. no matter how stupid our actions were and how stupid we've become because of these actions, she will understand. i've flunked several subjects in college but she never doubted my capabilities. i fumbled in my relationships and she was always willing to listen and until my tears dried. and she always healed our weary souls, whether through good food or long chat, she always loves. and unconditionally at that. she sees in our eyes the very core of our souls. and i don't know if i could ever be like her.
my sister -- my soul sister
michee has been the best chikamate ever. we would always talk about a lot of things -- over breakfast, over sunday mass, during parties, during volleyball games. but our favorite time is during bed time. my dad has always scolded us for staying up so late and giggling over mundane things. we have gone to different high schools, experienced different things and we were always willing to share them with each other. i was depressed then that she wasn't able to make it to the school where i went to but glad that she built her niche in her own school. and i'm glad now that she is making waves on her own. i am proud of her and i will always be her "ate". now that we are a tad older (and hopefully wiser), we still manage to keep tabs about each other's lives. i hope all will be well with her. and she doesn't get sick from now on. she's had enough of that.
my bro -- my favorite bro (as if i have a choice)
i always had a soft spot for my brother. maybe because he is bunso. when we were younger, it was my sister and i's task to fix milk for him before he goes to bed. i loathed the times when it was my turn. but as we grew older, my brother developed into a sweet, caring and protective big brother that he is now. i always thought he could never get out of our shadows but i am happy he did. he is very responsible in a lot of ways. i would never mind being home alone when he is there -- he can always find resources to survive. he is a little rough in the edges but a sensitive young man is screaming inside him. his sensitivity to life's realities sometimes amazes me because at his age, he should still be partying. but i tell you he parties a lot.
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postscript: this article has sat for the longest time in my drafts. i think that now i am away, it's good to pay tribute to the very reason why i am surviving as an overseas worker :)
