How would I describe my family in ONE word?
That’s with a question mark. I’m currently far away from home. And why I am away from home is another story.
2004—The year when I attended a recollection for two days. I had a confession with a foreign priest and told him about my family and how I became injured. This was the time when I’m recuperating from a fracture on my left arm. The priest told me his experience that he also had a fracture when he was still younger that he got from a friendly football game. So we share something in common. I don’t know how but our conversation shifted from my fracture to my family life. This sudden shift of topic made me feel that I’m not having a confession with a priest. It’s like I’m just having a friendly talk with a friend.
So from discussing about my fiberglass arm-cast, I told him that I come from a big family. I have four siblings and I’m the middle child. One even told me that I am the middle finger but I didn’t tell that to the priest. It’s inappropriate. I shared my troubles regarding my rebellious attitude towards my parents and my conflicts with my siblings.
He told me that a big family is a happy family. Until now, I still admire the wisdom that the priest imparted me. During that recollection, I realized that I can cease my friendship with my friends outside the family but I can never change the fact that I am related by blood with my family. Maybe that’s the meaning of the saying that blood is thicker than water.
Right now, I can’t help but to laugh at my puberty and early adolescence issues with my family. Right now, I enjoy a very close relationship with my parents compared before. I think it’s time to make an effort to establish a closer relationship with my four siblings. Three of them are currently working now and here I am, spending my time in a religious formation.
Now, how would I describe my family in ONE word?
Happy? Indeed, it is. But I wish I’m with them now.