It may be a cliche to say that “my family is the best one in the whole world”. We are not perfect but I would dare say that we are rich in love. My family has gone through a lot in the past 10 years. We’ve faced bankruptcy, my brother had to give up school for a year or two so his two older sisters could finish college first, fights (sibling vs. sibling), a period of 6 months without power because we did not have enough income to pay the electric bill but after all these shaking, tests and trials, I am blessed and happy to say that one of the joys of our lives is spending time with each other.
I especially love Sundays because this is when I get to have dinner with my nephew S and my niece A. They’re my sister’s kids and they are just adorable and lovable. I think every aunt or uncle thinks that way of their nieces and nephews.
As for my dad and my mom, we have been blessed to have parents who raised us up “equally” and “fairly”. For me that means parents who don’t compare us with one another and who don’t talk against the other child to another. Respect, respect and respect were always the words my mom hammered unto us when we were still young and even now when we have disagreements or arguments. She would always say that “even if you are siblings, you have to respect each other. Respect your siblings even more. Don’t just take them for granted just because they’re your siblings.”
One of my fondest memories as a kid was that time when my sister and I had the chicken pox and we were in danger of missing a summer vacation in Hongkong because we could not get into the plane for danger of contagion. My dad cheered us up by letting us fly a kite under the heat of the sun. We were supposed to be “hiding” or in isolation but he let us play freely and I will always remember and treasure those times that he ran and flew that kite for us. Of course suffice it to say, he also got the chicken pox from us.
Another fun imprint on my mind was that time my feisty sister and I climbed up the Ford Fiera (it’s an Asian Utility Vehicle) that my dad and the mechanic-driver were repairing in the garage that was a bit inclined. The gate was closed and the keys were not in the ignition. But my very curious sister had seen my dad and the driver start the vehicle with a starter. A button that one had to press that revved up the engine. Vrroooommm…It suddenly started and we were moving! I looked at my dad’s and the driver’s very shocked and surprised faces and we waved goodbye as the car started going down the inclined driveway and bang! It hit the gate, opening it and down we went crashing into the fence of our neighbor across the street. My dad and the driver went chasing after us.
Daddy was furious. That was an understatement to say the least. He was boiling mad. “What if someone was walking along the road and you hit him or her? You could have killed that person! What if a car had passed by? You guys could have been killed!” Ooops, we had not thought about that.
Looking back to that time, I believe it was the hand of God that protected us or any passerby or car from an accident. My mom wasn’t home at that time. She was in Hongkong with some clients and after my dad called her to report to her what we had done and how furious he was, he was calling my sister and I with the loudest voice while we started hiding. He took a piece of flimsy firewood and starting running after us. I don’t know why that in our foolishness we were giggling and laughing while looking at Daddy chasing us with a firewood and running up and down the house. Of course, we eventually got a hard spanking and we were “punished”. Hahaha! But still, that incident never fails to make me laugh thinking about daddy’s anger and how he looked running after us. We were so young then. I think Happy was 6 years old while I was 9.
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