The night before my flight back to Philippines, I was so sad that I cried in my room. The reality hit me in the face! I’m leaving and I don’t know when I’ll see them again and I’m going to miss them very much.
Since I don’t want to go downstairs where my sister and fre was to tell mom how sad I was and risk being seen looking like an idiot, there was only one person I could think of to contact and confide my sorrow state.
You know what was said that for some reason, gave me comfort?
Our time with others is always LIMITED
That’s the fact of life that made every second sweeter I think. My sister once asked me if I am not yet tired with nephew’s antics and my response was, I don’t have the luxury to get tired because I’ll be leaving soon.
With this thought, I crept to nephew’s room one night and took a picture of him while he slept like an angel.
Here are some of my memories with nephew that I love:
- Nephew dancing in the car to the tune of Sweet Like Cola by Lou Bega
- Nephew’s wet kisses when I fall asleep at Oma’s house
- Nephew screaming “bang bang bang”
- Nephew helping me wash the dishes that gets me in trouble sometimes
- Nephew slapping my butt (to mimic Fre i think who slaps my sister’s butt)
- Nephew’s big hug before he sleeps
There’s a saying that no one forgets their first love but this isn’t true in my case. Mine was perhaps the ultimate jerk in the whole world and it’s embarrassing to talk about it with anyone especially parents. Thankfully, I have a sister who helped me out when I was at my bottom. I believe that every woman should have a sister and I’m proud that my sister was her.
Seeing her again after 6 long years felt a bit weird. You have to understand that BOTH of us were raised by parents who aren’t the most positive people in the whole world so it’s hard to express positive feelings at all. Although my sister was out of parent’s hair for years now but I’m still very much stuck with them so I get psyched about being careful with sister and setting them apart. My sister would have none of that however so it was very touching to be welcomed into the fold and be treated like a family.
Here are some of my memories with sister that I love:
- Sister takes time to do my hair
- Sister removing white heads on my nose (nyahaha)
- Sister making me orange juice (but my response was, it tastes like medicine)
- Sister asking me to join the family circle at Ardennes park
- Sister showing me how to make leche flan and others
- Sister taking time to show me the castle though the weather was bad
I’m happy to see my family in Belgium and I’m happy that Fre is with them now.
I may not be able to convey verbally well or show them with my actions that I love them but I do, somewhere inside. And I know parents do too, at least in their own weird backward way.