plot twist.
So before the year ends, I got to talk finally with my brother. I got to hear his voice again after such a long time. It felt good, really, really good, even if we only greeted each other a Merry Christmas.
Also, surprise, Papa has a new partner --- someone he thinks he can grow old with, a few years older than him, a former colleague who basically added him to her migrant insurance.
A tearing-at-your-hair, getting-run-over-by-a-truck kind of painful flashback to 15 years ago, and then here we are, fifteen years after. Like a thief in the night, it's a wonder how time flies. He is no longer with the one who gives me nightmares every night. I've been crying since Christmas Eve; apparently I still had tears left to shed. I hope he is truly happy now. Mama is, happy for him, I mean.
I hope we become happy.
Merry Christmas to you(hoping it's as merry as it ought to be).