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Every family is dysfunctional. What makes it normal is the reason why it's not.
Eighteen , having four siblings who are twenty years older than you, old-aged parents, presents you one big parody of that tear-jerking Filipino movie about a pathetic family comparing status, clashing egos and back biting with fake smiles on cue. It makes me laugh, and sad at the same time while I hug a bag of popcorn and zip my cola watching every scene that flashes in front of me.
Though I wish I could do something, but often times...doing nothing is the best move to take. Or else, the situation would get worse. The next thing I see it, I'll be quoting lines from relatives (or even from myself) with deceiving intentions. I don't want to name names because I was raised not to, and because I was told to keep things to myself, and lie about anger, jealousy, and shit. They're family...it's not always that they ruin your day. But, sadly, often they do.
Mom celebrated her birthday two days ago. She has retired and she'll be receiving a big amount and everybody, including me, is excited about it. I want a brand new laptop, I told her. But what the antagonists in this story wants is to take full control. They think they know better, and they're clean to decide. Pfft.
I'm not cynical about them, they're not perfect. We are not. I'm only disappointed when adults act like kids. When money & pride turns into a pin and pops the birthday balloon of my 60 year old mother. I don't like seeing my mom sad. It hurts me as much as how she's getting used with the emotional battering coming from them. She's too nice but it doesn't mean she can't cry. Being in the middle of things, I wish to fly both of us, in a big hot-air balloon, up, up, away from them. I only promise that whatever that made her cry wouldn't be the same reason when we land back.
I hope this generation won't grow up to be as phillistines, like their parents....
Eighteen , having four siblings who are twenty years older than you, old-aged parents, presents you one big parody of that tear-jerking Filipino movie about a pathetic family comparing status, clashing egos and back biting with fake smiles on cue. It makes me laugh, and sad at the same time while I hug a bag of popcorn and zip my cola watching every scene that flashes in front of me.
Though I wish I could do something, but often times...doing nothing is the best move to take. Or else, the situation would get worse. The next thing I see it, I'll be quoting lines from relatives (or even from myself) with deceiving intentions. I don't want to name names because I was raised not to, and because I was told to keep things to myself, and lie about anger, jealousy, and shit. They're family...it's not always that they ruin your day. But, sadly, often they do.
Mom celebrated her birthday two days ago. She has retired and she'll be receiving a big amount and everybody, including me, is excited about it. I want a brand new laptop, I told her. But what the antagonists in this story wants is to take full control. They think they know better, and they're clean to decide. Pfft.
I'm not cynical about them, they're not perfect. We are not. I'm only disappointed when adults act like kids. When money & pride turns into a pin and pops the birthday balloon of my 60 year old mother. I don't like seeing my mom sad. It hurts me as much as how she's getting used with the emotional battering coming from them. She's too nice but it doesn't mean she can't cry. Being in the middle of things, I wish to fly both of us, in a big hot-air balloon, up, up, away from them. I only promise that whatever that made her cry wouldn't be the same reason when we land back.
I hope this generation won't grow up to be as phillistines, like their parents....