Brother

It's my kuya's birthday! I love him more than he thinks I do. I just never tell him because we didn't grow up like that. We grew up having wrestling matches everyday. In some days I win, in some days he does. But I guess we've consumed all our fight cards when we were kids that we ran out of fight cards for latter use. (I clearly remember we wrestled on the bed because 'nagkapikunan', I had this silver ring with a silver playboy-ish bunny design and during the fight, it hit his forehead. He was so mad at me coz it bled a bit. Then we stopped the wrestling match. Believe me it was a daily thing for us to fight.)

Like I tweeted a few days ago, "You can never abandon your brother. Your heart won't let you."

When my brother needs something from me, I scramble to help him in the best way I can think of. Because to me, it's a chance to let him feel I love him. After all, action speaks louder than words.

Sometimes I cry at the thought of things that might have been if he stayed with me here at home back in college. Would we be closer? Could we have gone to spur of the moment roadtrips to the beach when we don't have classes? Would we have watched UAAP matches together? After graduation, would we have gone to the States for a vacation as a graduation gift?

I have two vivid memories of time well spent with my brother. One was over dinner back in second sem of my sophomore year- I think we had yellow cab chicken and pizza. We talked all night. Until 10 pm if I remember it right. He told me about his 'then' love life, I told him about my (imaginary) love life. HAHAHA It was one of those 'I don't know why we're telling each other these things but I like it anyway' moments. The second one, he got so hungry at midnight and he asked me if I wanted to have McDo delivered. I declined because I didn't have money and he agreed to pay for whatever I want to order. So I got sundae and fries. He made the call. Our eyes have rolled and gone white and the food never arrived. I went to sleep. He stayed up. In the morning I asked 'dumating yung pagkain?' HINDI. hahahaha The only time he offered to pay for a food delivery and it never arrived. Hilarious! I wonder if he remembers that time.

Maybe one day, one way my family will find my blog and read each and every entry here. I guess that's the only way my siblings will know that I've declared my love for them countless of times in this vast cyberspace.

I tell my friends I love them but with sibs...I guess they just know.

Anyway, Happy birthday Jom! I love you.