About family, this time around.
I'm a little bit disappointed in myself. Didn't get to hang out with my little cousin as much as I wanted to while he was here in Manila. And now he's leaving for Hawaii on Thursday.
He's quiet and shy, but once you get him talking, it's the good kind of surprising. And he's so young, it's refreshing. I mean, I don't have a lot of young cousins here so, having conversations with a 16-year old and giving advice as if I know anything is kind of a new experience for me. It's eerie actually, a lot of the things he wanted to talk about and a lot of his thoughts sounded exactly like mine when I was around that age. Half of the eeriness I guess was the shock that I'd actually grown up a lot, even if it doesn't really feel like it at all.
He slept over the condo the other day and because I'm old and don't exactly know what people that age like anymore (plus, add in the fact that I don't have a television here), we ended up walking and talking and, walking and talking. It felt good to talk, straightforward, no bullshit just, getting what the other person is trying to tell you. Hopefully I didn't give him any bad ideas or anything, I'm not exactly skilled at censoring my thoughts.
The best part: how he wanted to talk and talk, despite his notorious silence. ("This young man doesn't talk," my granpa said.) It felt like a privilege. And it's the best part of any conversation really.
He's a good kid and he has a long way to go. Oh, to be 16 again? Haha.
He's quiet and shy, but once you get him talking, it's the good kind of surprising. And he's so young, it's refreshing. I mean, I don't have a lot of young cousins here so, having conversations with a 16-year old and giving advice as if I know anything is kind of a new experience for me. It's eerie actually, a lot of the things he wanted to talk about and a lot of his thoughts sounded exactly like mine when I was around that age. Half of the eeriness I guess was the shock that I'd actually grown up a lot, even if it doesn't really feel like it at all.
He slept over the condo the other day and because I'm old and don't exactly know what people that age like anymore (plus, add in the fact that I don't have a television here), we ended up walking and talking and, walking and talking. It felt good to talk, straightforward, no bullshit just, getting what the other person is trying to tell you. Hopefully I didn't give him any bad ideas or anything, I'm not exactly skilled at censoring my thoughts.
The best part: how he wanted to talk and talk, despite his notorious silence. ("This young man doesn't talk," my granpa said.) It felt like a privilege. And it's the best part of any conversation really.
He's a good kid and he has a long way to go. Oh, to be 16 again? Haha.