Dear zeggy, I'm writing this letter to you at work for some reason because I have to tell you how you have changed my brother -- your dad -- and the rest of the family. First, let me tell you about your father. Your dad was conceived at the time when my mom -- your nana had problems with her thyroid and consequently doctors discovered she had cancer. They (your nana and tata) were worried about the pregnancy and that Noh-noh might become a sickly child. Because of all the worries and the uncertainties they had with Noh-noh, your dad (for better or worse) became their numero uno concern. If he would get so much as a sniffle they would be beside themselves with worry. I remember watching him asleep on my parents' bed and he looked so peaceful. He was perfect. The way he would purse his lips or wrinkle his brow, even the way he yawned was adorable. We all fell in love with him. Because he was the youngest in the family and the youngest among all my cousins everyone doted on him. I...
musings of: the coolest aunt ever to 18 nephews and nieces and counting; a probinsyana-bred girl turned city-slicker; an ilokana who isn't kuripot!