I think I was 7 years old then. It was almost Christmas and my father's side of the family were all in Davao to stay and celebrate the holidays with us. My aunts and uncle who were based abroad came home. We all cramped inside our humble little home and enjoyed each other's company. There was a lot of story-telling, of reminiscing about the past, of laughing about the funniest memories they had. It was a reunion of siblings, a momentous occasion of pure bliss.
On Christmas eve, all of us went downtown. We spent the entire day at the mall, shopping, and eating out. Come dinner time, we congregated at Greenwich, a famous local food chain known for their pizzas and lasagna. My brother, who was two years younger than me, has an explosive personality even at such a young age. Awarded as the Most Sociable student in kindergarten, I remember how easy it was for him to make people fond of him. We were waiting for our order to arrive when Westlife's Uptown Girl blasted on the stereo. My brother, being the confident little thing he was, started dancing without shame. People were delighted, they started clapping to the beat as my brother performed his cute dance moves. My grandmother was laughing and everyone at our table was smiling. I felt small at the corner, staring at how my brother took over everyone's attention.
Up till today, whenever we have a family gathering, whenever my father's siblings gather in one room, it was one of the stories they talk about and laugh about. Life never ceases to amaze me. Who knows, whatever happens this time will be another fond memory we will tell each other in the future. xx
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