Three: I’m not
sure about the definition of reality.
I once heard first-born
is a synonym for responsibilities but my immediate elder sister is a carefree-goddess.
The only world she recognizes is the one in her head. Growing together enabled
me to understand the relationship between the sun and the other planet –
everything revolves around her.
I also learned last-born
kids are often pampered. They get away with anything but I am actually not sure
to what extent. I breastfed my immediate younger brother till he was one year old while
I was in high school. I had to take up part-time weekend jobs to cater for his
basic needs. Tomorrow he turns 7
Two: At what
point is water thicker than blood?
We are not fatherless if that’s what you thought. My friend
calls her dad superman. I have two dads yet I play the character of wonder
woman having to shoulder the
responsibilities of my mother. It sometimes appears I am
father less.
Step dad offered to take care of my siblings and I. Relief
right? I was the only one who accepted his offer. He is soft spoken, generous, devout
and easy going. Everytime I hear him say I
still love you; I never succeed in holding back my tears. The weight of
each drop exceeds the blood of my biological dad.
One: The
crossroad when right becomes wrong.
What do I see when I look into the mirror? Strong, independent
and bluntly naïve lady who hardly ever breaks a sweat. My reflection is karma. My life would have passed for a
reincarnation but I am alive as well as my loving mother. Initially I could not understand how my uncle could be mother’s brother and her son as well.
Grand dad passed on the eve of my uncle’s 7th birthday, thanks to my mother. I remember the footnote she added on my 21st
birthday card
…every seven year is an opportunity for perfection, a time to make
every wrong, right…
I went over to my biological dad’s place to be the first to
wish my brother a happy birthday on the morrow and most importantly to make the right thing wrong unknowing to anyone.
11:58pm, I woke daddy from his deep slumber on the very same couch of my dilema. His eyes opened as though he was going to breathe his last. When I told
him I forgave him and like step dad would say in a very gentle tone; and I
still love you; tears streaked down his eyes like a baby.
Courage may not always
be courageous but I’ve seen how it transformed the heart of a fully formed man
and most importantly, me.
