This is not about the US tv series. This is about my brothers and sisters.
When my father died, as the eldest child, I know that the responsibility of taking care of our family was on me. I was focused. I study and work at the same time. And because of this, I was hardly at home. I wake up early to go to work and went home late because my classes ends at 9pm. Then on Saturdays, I keep up with my social life. So the whole Sunday would be spent sleeping because of late night outs, or I will be at the mall with my boyfriend. There was really no time to bond with my siblings. And when I am at home at some time, I always nag or complain. Then one time, my younger brother butchoy left his diary. I know I should not read it but I was tempted and read some pages. One entry was written like this: ” my ate shout at me again. I’m hurt. I don’t want her to shout at me”. (Sorry choy for reading your diary. But I’m glad I did because I realized what a stupid ate I was.) After reading it, I cried. I never meant to hurt his feelings or anybody elses. I just want them to lead a good life and be responsible.
Now that I don’t live with them anymore, I miss their presence. We only communicate thru text and sometimes I call them using sun (because it’s unlimited). And when I’m in Davao, I only drop by at their house but never had the chance to talk to them because they are already working. It pains me that they are going thru a difficult situation now. They are trying to survive. It was supposed to be my responsibility to take care of them but I got married early. I still help them in anyway I can. They know I’m just a text away. And eventhough I have my own family now, they are still one of my priorities. And as I was writing this post, I can’t control my tears. I really get emotional when it comes to my siblings.
