LX&R

viernes, enero 09, 2004

A lot of people think that my family is anything but dysfunctional. The truth, however, is that my family has its fair share of problems. I suppose I'm probably one of the more "dysfunctional" people in my family. For one thing, I don't really talk much with anyone in my family. Aside from the cultural and language barriers between generations, I still have a hard time communicating with my parents and grandparents. (The relationship between my parents and my grandparents isn't exactly the healthiest either.) My sisters and I have never had deep conversations, and after all these years it just became "weird" to talk brother to sister and vice versa. I'd have to say that my conversations with my family members are fairly superficial. While I've always known that each member of my family loved me so stinkin' much, I never bothered to really talk to them. I guess I'm messed up in that regard... Sigh...

These days, I've been trying to get to know my sisters a little bit better. It's funny because as an older brother, you think that your younger siblings are so innocent and naive. But after one talk with them, you realize that they actually know a lot more than they appear to know... Oh, and you learn that they actually have lives too!

My first "real" talk with my not-so-little-anymore sister Mayra was pretty interesting. We finally talked about her boyfriend... (She's been going out with him for over a year and here I was thinking that it just recently started.) We talked about the drama in her life, our family and upbringing, our personalities... Hahaha... I even got some dirt on my other sister, Verona. You know...just talking to my sister was so refreshing and it was a lot of fun. Mayra freakin' cracks me up.

(Don't worry, Vero. We shall talk as well...)

Seriously, my sisters are definitely the greatest. I don't know too many people with purer hearts... And how can people be so stinkin' nice? As I think about it more and more, I can't help but be proud to be their brother. My sisters are way too good for any stupid guy. (They were definitely too good for their brother.) And damn, if anyone ever mentions my sisters in a derogatory manner, I'm gonna get pissed off. So don't do it. I'm serious.

Talking with the padres will be a more difficult task... But that's why I'm re-learning Spanish. Hahaha... I shall work on it...

God gave me this family for a reason, and as dysfunctional as it is, I thank Him for it with all my heart.