Reminiscing About The Past: A Snapshot Of Me And My Siblings
Hey, what's up, guys! @mayt's here, and I'm back with another blog post!
Here's what I want to share with you today... My reminiscing about the past.
It was nine p.m. yesterday when I was gently browsing through my Google Photos.
As I scrolled, a familiar picture caught my eye. It was a snapshot of me and my siblings, all together in a bahay kubo.
I could almost hear the laughter, the playful teasing, and the loving chaos that once filled our humble house.
In that photo, all of us looked happy and contented, our faces glowing with simple joy, surrounded by the warmth of family.
A flood of memories swept over me.
I wish things would go back to those carefree days, back when our home was alive with noise.
Back then, that bahay kubo was a hub of energy — there we teased each other, having playful arguments, and instant happiness that seemed endless.
But now everything has changed.
It started when I got married — a new chapter that brought me joy, but also a bittersweet feeling of distance from the old familiar setup.
Life in the house began to shift in quiet, unexpected ways.
My brother Tan started working and traveled to other places.
It took him far away, leaving less and less of him around the house.
Meanwhile, my sister Princess found herself often alone in the house. With me and Tan gone, the lively energy that once filled our home seemed to fade.
She spent many days with her thoughts, feeling isolated and lonely.
Slowly, that loneliness turned into sadness.
Good thing, she approached me through chat that she was feeling depressed.
She confessed that the loneliness in the house was becoming overwhelming, and she didn't know how to shake off the heavy feeling inside her.
Hearing this, my heart sank. 😭
As her sister, I immediately knew what to do.
Without hesitation, I called my Mom, gently explained the situation, emphasizing how important it was for her to check on Princess regularly, talk to her, and remind her that she was never truly alone.
I encouraged my mom to spend time with Princess, even just sitting together, so she wouldn't feel isolated.
Also, feeling a deep sense of responsibility, I made a promise to myself, to visit our home more often, to reconnect with my sister, whether it was sharing a quiet cup of tea, chatting about everyday things, or just checking on her.
After that, slowly, I could see her smile returning, and the house began to feel warm again.
Seeing those photos brings back the warmth and chaos of our shared home, even just for a little while.
Still, I held onto the hope that someday, perhaps, I could bring back the joy and closeness that once defined our family.
Until my next moment to relive... Buh-bye. 👋🤗
I can relate to that sense of nostalgia. Unfortunately, Home, noisy crowded Home rarely comes back to what it used to be. Once we get older and start new lives, especially if in distant places, old friends and relatives fade away.
It is interesting how a single picture can take us back to memories we thought lost.
Thanks for sharing
Yeah. The only way to get back to it is during gatherings or reunions. But still, you're not living under the same roof, so I think... It will just be the memories. 😥