This is him and his wife Joy with their son Lance
It wasn't that long ago when we were still kids playing and hanging around with each other. We are the closest amongst us all. Maybe because I was next to him in order from our eldest. He was the seventh, and I, the eighth. I remember how our late father loved us so much. In our childhood, he became my protector and my constant playmate. He would tickle me and would only stop when I can barely breathe because of how I giggled. He would comb my long hair, would wash my dirty feet when bedtime came. He would wash the dishes for me. And would saved me in any thing I that I can hardly do. I remember how proud he was of me during elementary days. I was a first grader and he was in grade 3, and everybody in school knew who I was in his life. He would the first person to cheer for me during awarding ceremony when my name was being called. I know that he would do anything for me if need be.
When we grew older, he changed some of his ways. He was rebellious and became a prodigal son but how he treated me never changed. It is only I whom he listened to when the need for corrections arose. He doesn't hesitate to call for advices and help on me. But things turned out to be sometimes ill-favored to us all and he had times of irresponsibility when the worst problem in our family was felt. When our Papa died, he was so emotional and I knew he had moments of breakdowns. He knew I have had, too.
Now, we both have our own families. He still is struggling in life, like I do. I think we all are. He still has irresponsibilities sometimes towards his very family but I constantly advised him to keep going. Hopefully, all the changes in him will be for the better. Now that he's a year older, I wish him the desires he so long in his heart. He knew full well that I loved him. And that i will always be here for him.
When we grew older, he changed some of his ways. He was rebellious and became a prodigal son but how he treated me never changed. It is only I whom he listened to when the need for corrections arose. He doesn't hesitate to call for advices and help on me. But things turned out to be sometimes ill-favored to us all and he had times of irresponsibility when the worst problem in our family was felt. When our Papa died, he was so emotional and I knew he had moments of breakdowns. He knew I have had, too.
Now, we both have our own families. He still is struggling in life, like I do. I think we all are. He still has irresponsibilities sometimes towards his very family but I constantly advised him to keep going. Hopefully, all the changes in him will be for the better. Now that he's a year older, I wish him the desires he so long in his heart. He knew full well that I loved him. And that i will always be here for him.
Happy Birthday Kuya!
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