8 out of 10 times when people realize I am the sister of G, they react with any of the following emotions: SHOCK; DISBELIEF; INCREDULOUSNESS; DESPAIR; OR CONFUSION. I almost always apologize – in a joking manner. See, my younger bro, the bane of my existence, the constant thorn on my side, my annoying critic, the mouth that never shuts up, has always been a… character. He always had a way of finding himself in trouble, in the thick of everything that could possibly go wrong, and for some inexplicable reason, even with all that experience, still manage to get caught.
He was sweet and innocent once. Until he was 3 years old.
He was always way too smart for his own effin’ good… what’s worse is he knew it, but just didn’t give a damn.
My phone alarm just went off. It reminds me: Today, my brother is graduating from law school. And I am damn proud of this foul-mouthed, cocky, son-of-my-mom.
I guess as with all brother and sister relationships, there had to be some hair-pulling, crying, and nose-bleeding (that was all him by the way. I landed one right on his face when he was 11. And yes, he did pull my hair when we used to fight). As we grew older though, we learned to argue more maturely. So I just made him cry, or I would just yell “DAD!!!!!!” We fought, and we fought good.
And that is who my brother really is: A fighter. There were a few ups and downs there. A couple of broken hearts when we found out he couldn’t qualify as a commercial pilot anymore because of some history in his health. One of the broken hearts was mine. He was the pilot since he could walk, while I became a dentist, a scientist, an astronaut, a nun (DON’T YOU EFFIN’ LAUGH), a ballerina, a theatre actor, then a lawyer. He still is a pilot. Always will be in my book. And an amazing one. YOU ALL MISSED OUT ON RIDING THE PARTY AIRBUS.
So this if for my brother, who fights with me and for me… my brother who is awesome at everything he sets his mind to… my brother, the soon-to-be-lawyer… MAG-ARAL KA NA! PUNYEMAS… SA NOVEMBER NA ANG BAR!