November 12, 2015

Oftentimes, I feel a pang of nostalgia for my childhood whenever I find myself observing little toddlers with their friends. Little boys wrap their arms around their friends’ shoulder and girls hold each other’s hands while walking and giggling, not ashamed to show their affection for each other. Different social statuses in life do not bother them at all. It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or below the economic ladder, as long as you can kick a ball or blow saliva bubbles – you’re in. You don’t need to prove anything else to be accepted. Granted, there are the occasional meltdowns and tantrums and child temper but easy fixes such as hugs and candies can blow the tension away.

A childhood memory with my siblings is like an old road that I can navigate by heart. They were my absolute best frenemies. I do remember the times when foods were shared willingly (believe me when I say that one big cookie can be divided into 6 parts), when quality time meant putting puzzle pieces together as a team, when weekends meant we get to spend mornings at a park, when a trip to Magic Planet meant our wishes can be fleshed out in real life, and when bedtime meant getting all cozied up beside each other while sharing stories that spawned from our imaginations. Time was of no essence then until our parents hushed us to sleep.

But as we grew older, we had to surrender to the reality of life… our priorities changed and what we considered significant in our lives now revolves around university, climbing the corporate ladder, setting foot in a foreign land and what-have-you. Everything that we did in our formative years is now but a cherished memory that will forever occupy a special place in my heart.

So whenever I see kids being content with what they have, who they have and where they are, I smile because I’ve been there, too.

Or maybe…

Maybe I just miss being in the company of my siblings.





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