It’s really hard to brand one memory as my favorite because there are so much that I love. But I’ll just blog about the first thing that pops to my head rightttttt NOW!
On the year that I was turning 17, which was three years ago by the way, I told my mom that I wanted to celebrate my birthday. I just want to have a small gathering with close friends and family, but unfortunately when the iPhone that my aunt gave me got stolen from my bag, all my birthday plans were cancelled.
Of course I was very very sad. I didn’t understand why I was being punished since I did not lose the phone; it was stolen, which makes a big difference. I did not irresponsibly forget to leave my bag somewhere, no, I was with my bag, and my phone was stolen right next to me. I was very upset. In fact, I was crying very hard, because it was my birthday and I was really looking forward to being celebrating it.
While I was crying in my room, my brother, Sam, opens the door, peaks inside and asks, “ate, okay ka lang?” and I just shook my head and I kept crying. I don’t remember how I found out; all I know was that both my brothers talked to my mom and told her to allow me to have my plans. They defended me and said that I had nothing to do with the loss of my phone and that it’s my birthday and that I should enjoy it.
I was really touched by what my brothers did. We were never the mushy type of family, so I appreciate it a lot when simple gestures of love are shown.
We defend each other in secret cause we don’t want to seem so soft. Hahahaha! Kidding. I know we love each other, even if don’t always say it.
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