So my brother has finally flew the coop, taking off to the EST timezone before me.
Despite all our arguments (and they were quite physical and fiery when we were younger), I miss my room mate. But I am also quite confident that with all the VOIP and communicative technology of the Internet, I'll get to continue badgering him and sending him virtual jabs in his lovely tummy.
My parents are a different matter altogether. Yesterday after he'd left, my mom cried as if she had lost her boyfriend. My dad could palpably feel the emptiness too. My poor folks. And as the only child left behind in the family, I'm not quite sure how I can make up for the space and silence left by another sibling.
As the baby of the family, it was tradition for my bro to garner the attention in the household. Suddenly, mom no longer has anyone to love, fuss over, talk to and accompany to her little dos. And I feel inadequate because I doubt I am able to give that kind of time, love and attention to ease the loss and ache in her heart.
It's just different, and not enough.
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