Swine Full

My mom left for Macau yesterday with her three siblings. They'd be staying there for six days. Funny thing is that on her first day there, she's called me twice already just to check up on me and Symon and Bea.

Mom and I nearly got into a huge fight when I took her to the airport. She insisted that I take full responsibility over my little brother. I could try and explain to her about the promise I made with myself that I would never help my brother after what he did a couple months back, but I opted not to. I wanted her peace as she travels by plane for the first time.

My mom never really liked flying. That is why this, after OH SO LONG, flight should never, ever go wrong. But then it had to rain really hard, and Swine Flu had to get in the way. My mom had all the right to be afraid of flying, and I certainly do not want to give her any more reason to worry.

Yet I didn't promise her anything. it would be really difficult to explain to your mom how you've tried to reach out, and desperately gave up on your brother against your will.

I fell silent on the last twenty minutes or so to MOA, holding back the tears I didn't want to show her. I kept on reminding her that, "ma, masakit yang sinasabi mo..." so that she'd stop saying how irresponsible I am not to look after Symon.

Finally when she felt I was about to cry, she stopped. I wished she'd stop, because I seriously do not want to do anything out of rage. Silence made it even more difficult.

I love my mom above anyone else in the world. But she has got to stop asking me to love the people she loves, because it's not the same, and it will never be.