My mom’s sister and her family live in Virginia, USA. I remember when we were very young, their family would come and visit the Philippines every two years.
I also remember babysitting my two younger, adorable half-Italian, half-Filipino cousins E and GP, whenever they were here. From teaching them nursery rhymes when they were very little, to bringing them to arcade games… I would truly spoil them to their young hearts’ desires.
As we got older — when they turned teenagers, and I was already a young working woman, I would always tag them along, bring them with me to my office. We would walk around the mall, hang out at Starbucks during my free time.
We were always happy just hanging out. Most of the time, E and I will make fun of GP (because he is the youngest)… Or we would all make fun of everyone else — like other relatives, strangers, etc. Yes, we could all be pretty immature when we were together.
We saw each other grow up — grow old — well, every two years. But I can say that we always made the most of their time here, however long or short their vacation may be.
Goodbyes were always, always difficult.
I remember when I was much younger, I would lock myself inside my room and cry my eyes out the moment my cousins say goodbye. I would cry until I start feeling sick from crying. Maybe that was just part of my teenage drama, but I really hated goodbyes.
It was just so lonely and whenever they left, it felt like they also left a hole in my chest. Though I knew that they would be back in two years’ time, I still couldn’t help but feel bad.
Nobody likes saying goodbye. Nobody likes being left behind.
In time though, I have come to realize that people do come and go. Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes… and hellos once again. I often say that friendship knows no distance. I believe more so with love.
I have not seen my cousins in quite awhile. One has gotten married and is now residing in China with his lovely wife, while the other is in Virginia living la vida loca.
We may be living in different continents, but I know that the care, the love will always be there. Our shared history and stories bind us.
I do miss them dearly, but I know that when we see each other next, it would be like no time has passed. We would hang out, have coffee, reminisce. They would still be my adorable little cousins and I will always be the cool — and gorgeous— big sister that they never had.
And we would still be talking and making fun of everybody else…. Because we are immature like that. 😉
With GP then & now…
I got older — he just stayed adorable.
For some reason, I couldn’t find a photo with E… But I am sure he knows that he has always been my first favorite… 😉
Photo with baby GP from my treasure trove of memories. Photo with adult GP taken about three years ago… 🙂