My brother boarded his plane bound for Qatar today, he's headed for his first job after he graduated from college. Days before he's scheduled departure I already told myself that I wasn't going to cry. That I wasn't going to miss him events I loved the way he would tell funny jokes and stories when the family has nothing to do. I love how he passionately argues his way thru every stupid news feature he saw on t.v. How he would talk animatedly about what he was currently playing on his ps2. I broke my word. I cried when my mom urged us to pray for kuya's safe trip. I couldn't help it. I'll miss him a lot. It suddenly dawned on me that things were starting to change in our lives. And I felt a bit queasy. I didn't like that. But we are getting older. I guess it was just a matter of time. I hope we make it thru ok.
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