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My Family

I’m known as Gigay in our family. i’m the first child of my parents (though i’m not a child anymore), and the first grandchild of my grandparents on both side (though, again, i’m not a child anymore). when i was little, i used to be such a charmer that my relatives were always asking me to dance or sing or recite a poem whenever we had an event or something. i would, of course, do what they wanted in the hope of getting a candy or chocolate in return. that’s how children are.

i practically grew in the farm where the pigs, chickens, cows, and fishes became my playmates. well, i also have human playmates, like my cousins. i loved climbing trees (still love it), and running with my playmates (the human ones). anyway, my grandfather would always carry me to the fishponds and let me play there with the fishes while he get the other fishes. my grandmother would scold me for playing in those stinky ponds, and my grandfather for letting me play there. she’d bring me to the bathroom and bathe me for a long long time, until she was already convinced that i was not that fishy anymore. They were Inang and Ama. Such a lovely couple who seemed to stop aging when they reached 55. inang was the one who accompanied me to that big school when i was grade 1. she was also the one who made almost all my projects when i was in elementary. i was only there to help her with my own project. and so i always get high grades for her efforts.

And then there are my parents, Nanay and Tatay. Not so lovely couple. one is fat, the other is super thin. haha! but i know they still love each other. they argue a lot, mostly because of hungry dogs and unwashed dishes. sometimes, they argue about things i’ve heard before, like this and that. there are lots of unsettled things at home and i wonder when would that be settled. anyway, they are kind (almost holy) when they are in the right mood. yeah. basically, my dad is the sole provider of all things here. i think that’s why he’s so thin.

my little brother, Janjan, is such a pain in the ass. he’d always find a way to tease me and piss me off. but when he’s in the right mood, he’s kind too. now i know he’s really my brother. being kind when in the right mood runs in the blood.

in the family, i’m the unfeeling sister and uncaring daughter. that’s what they always say. i’m sure it’s because they haven’t even heard what i’m going to say. they don’t even have time to listen. i know i also have faults (and cracks), but they should also recognize theirs. it’s always my complaint, you know.

anyway, this is my family. i may be so tired of them hitting on my being imperfect, but i know they also love me. haha! i’ll always love them, after all.

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8 responses

  1. Hello there.. my greetings to you…

    You must have had a happy childhood… Right 🙂 ?? Congrats on your idea of blogging.. Good luck..
    Consider linking your name to your blog.. That way you can have more readers..


    February 5, 2009 at 7:12 PM

    • seshari

      ..hahaha! i do have a happy childhood. i sometimes hope i’m forever a child. still childish anyway. ^^
      ..and how can i link my name to my blog??..

      ..thanks so much freddie~!

      February 6, 2009 at 9:08 PM

  2. … i do have a happy childhood….

    You are fortunate in that way… Happy 🙂 Even I had a great time during those days…

    Sadly, there are still children who work. I see them. Poor they. Only God can save them. Definitely not human. They SUCK.

    Hey, Dashboard-> Your profile-> Contact Info -> Website-> give your site’s url. You are done with it. 🙂
    If you can’t find then use this link. https://seshari.wordpress.com/wp-admin/profile.php

    See you soon… Bye…


    February 6, 2009 at 9:51 PM

    • ..yeah, only few people really care about these children. but anyway, let’s pray for them. ^^

      ..thanks again..

      February 7, 2009 at 9:49 AM

  3. Hi, nice to meet you !

    September 23, 2010 at 1:20 AM

    • hi 🙂 nice to meet you too 🙂

      September 23, 2010 at 8:24 PM

  4. aspen

    loved your family tale and the way you write.There’s something special for kids who grow up in the country. Mine did and the going without things that city kids had, gave them resilience and the ability to cope now when things get tuff.

    May 17, 2012 at 1:12 PM

    • Thank you for reading! For me, the city will never have the same charm as our humbling countryside. I agree with what you said – we country kids have some characteristics and traits that city people don’t have. 🙂

      May 17, 2012 at 5:02 PM

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