Kuya is not GOD

16th Mar 2010 by Chris

Everyday, I would come home and see my mom sleeping at around 8:30-9:30pm.  Sometimes she’d mumble and ask me to be quiet when I arrive.  I’m usually the boisterous one at home.  I make the house noisy.  Even the house password was my own ingenius invention.  Its a combination of a shrill high pitched calling–something very unique to us all.  You’d really be able to tell apart an impostor (if ever there is one).

Sometimes I find it funny and I would tease her until she’ll give up and talk to me.  We’d chat on the table.  This is usually where we converge every morning or every night and just talk about anything we want to say or share with each other.  Later on, when I leave the table, she’d tell me she hate me for talking her out of her sleep for nothing.  I know you’re wondering why..

She’d sneak up the sala couch and try to get some nap.  I’ll tell my busy sisters.. “what’s wrong with mama?”  They’ll either just look at me, like I’m some stranger asking an unknown question.. or sometimes when I’m lucky, I’ll get a smile and nothing more.  I do my chores and prepare my room for sleep.  At nights when I stay up a little later, I find the real reason why.

She’ll suddenly spring from the couch and turn on the TV.  I bought her a 32 inch LCD TV last Christmas since I know how much she loves to watch (and the rest of us loves to watch DVDs every weekend). Not minding her with her daily TV routine, I go about my writing / coding / reading or whatever it is that I do that night.  When I’m not wearing my headset to drown the sounds of the perya / bingo place across the creek, I hear my mother laughing loudly at a time that’s nearing midnight.  Sometimes this seems normal, and at times I would wonder what she’s watching and so one night I stood up and asked her what she’s laughing about like its the best comedy film of the year. more…