Enough on the drama, today, my big brother is officially engaged. Sadly I can’t come to the celebration, you know the practice of “namumulong” at first I thought they literally have to whisper. Hehe! But it’s a practice that the family of the soon-to-be-groom will go to the house of the soon-to-be-bride. And they will discuss the arrangements and flow of the wedding.
Too bad my brother left some documents on our room and asked me if I can take snapshots and MMS that to him. It was the list of the entourage! I asked my mom if I couldn’t be part of it, before. I don’t really want to. I don’t want people staring at you while walking, I don’t like people asking how you’ve been, I don’t like prepping up and worrying what to wear. I don’t like to see some of my “plastic” relatives. I don’t want to look stupid. I just don’t!
But it came to me last night that, my brother chose me and trusted me. It’s kinda flattering. It’s not I don’t want him to get married or something. I used to hate him before. Not just because of our age gap (9 yrs) and you know, we can’t deny, our parents have favorites. But I don’t hate my parents for that. I just envy my brother that he doesn’t have to do any errands or doesn’t have to clean or wash the dishes, that he’s a stubborn. When I reached college, I realized that it’s a burden for the eldest, like my brother, that he had to help to pay the bills, look after us, and take care of us. That he was expected to do well, and expected to succeed.
My brother is a success, career wise, family wise, soon-to-be-wife wise. I’m happy he’s getting what he receives and to the things he’s about to receive. Me and her fiancé are a click as well. She really gets along with my family. Nga pla, everytime I visit them sa office, they gave me baon. Hehe. I just thought of how selfish I’ll be I will not be a part of it.
So, kuya, kahit nakakhiya, payag na ko mag groomsmen! Hehe. Kuya Jay and Ate Maui. Congrats! (gusto ko na rin magkapamangkin) hehe! Cheers!