WE ARE NOT PERFECT, WE ARE A FAMILY

We are not a perfect family; we are not even ideal. We never were. I have always thought that every household has its own certain dysfunction anyway. There was a time when we were “just fine”, we were quite happy. But sometimes wrong decisions in life make us susceptible to other more serious mistakes. Nevertheless, family is family.

The other night I dreamt that my siblings and I were going to Tagaytay on a hot afternoon. Our youngest brother was driving an apparently new van; I suddenly demanded to be dropped off because I had to “go to work”. It was absurd. He pulled over in that intersection of Roxas Boulevard and EDSA, we must have strolled at MOA or something. Both of my sisters were laughing so hard as I disembarked. I suddenly realized that we were young again. The four of us in our teen years – all at once. It was an impossibility because of our age gaps. But it was nostalgic. It was a mixed timeline where we didn’t only belong to the same generation, but to the same age group as well. Like a “what-if-we-were-all-virtually-seventeen-at-the-same-time” kind of strange.

Even for just a tiny segment of fiction, we were complete again.

I woke up missing Ate. I looked her up once more on FB and I noticed that she already unblocked me. I also discovered we have a niece with her, a dozen years of age, bearing yet another surname. Biological, from the looks of it and based on her wall messages with her BFFs. She’s still quite “naughty” and stubborn at her age. HAHAHA!!! Our relatives and former neighbors won’t easily find her because she changed her surname (not that of her ex-husband’s) and seems to choose who she accepts as friends very meticulously. I “forced” my nephew to add her and see what happens. He has the right to get in touch with his real mother and know his half-sister. Up to this writing, still no response.

I didn’t tell our parents because they would probably not want to know that their detached daughter appears to be now living in with a lesbian. Although that is yet to be proven. They gave up looking for her years ago.

I truly envy families whose members are very close to one another. We almost weren’t. A family picture for us is rare. But let’s not blame anyone here. I was part of the problem. I may still be.

We can do something about whatever’s amiss in our lives. We have the power. The key lies in our willingness… because one day we might regret it.

Make time for your loved ones. If it’s in your capacity to give them what they want, do so.

I love this pic… tinakpan ang celebrant! HAHAHA!!! If there was a way to go back, I will. Hay…