Today I visited my family, after a long while, and I got quite a shock. Nothing, has changed.
I grew up to be a seclusive young man. I'm not proud of it, but then they say, an apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I got that trait from my Dad. Growing up in a boarding house, facilitated my knack for independence, maybe a little too much, as it affects even my nuclear family. As soon as it was possible, I moved away from home, and only looked back a few times. But lately, I've got this nagging feeling to reconnect to my roots.
I'm the first born of my family, and around here, that means a lot, I'd been taught that from the day I could walk on my own. One of my greatest fears is disappointing my family, but nowadays that fear is dissipating faster than a fog. Seeing them all in one place, made me realize how much I'd missed them. They love me so much, and show it whenever they get the chance, yet here I am, already forgetting birthdays and missing out on milestones in their lives. My bad.
Dad; A soldier to me, who rules his household with a heavy hand, but loves it to bits, and would do anything to keep it standing. A lover of country music, a doting husband, and an annoyingly old-fashioned man, who loves to mind his business. We'd never had a blossoming relationship, as I'm everything he's not, but we're working on it.
Mom; Beautiful, loving, dutiful, caring, and kind to a fault. She'd never hurt a fly, unless that fly messes with her family. She taught me most of the things I know, back when I was her little boy. I miss her the most, but can't get too close. I'm afraid that she'll find out how much her little boy has changed and it will break her. I plan to make her really happy if, and when I can, for being my mom. They don't make em like her no more.
The Girls; The cover girl, The entrepreneur, The Hollywood star, and the scientist. All so beautiful, with big dreams, each intelligent for her age. So strong-willed that everyone has a hard time dealing with them. I've always been their friend, though their transition into womanhood, is shaking our friendship like a leaf in the wind. I love them so much, and want the best for them, that, I tell them all the time. I hope they know that I'd face an army for them.
My Brother; So strong, yet a kid at heart, a driven young man. He tends to head in a different direction from the other males in the family, and I like our differences, yet I fear that we might never be friends, but I love him just as much.
No matter how far i go, I know I'll always come back. My family is everything to me.
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