On Loving Unconditionally

They say "two heads are better than one". I say, "THREE'S THE BEST!"

 

I am a proud "owner" of two amazingly gifted, perfect "little" boys... my dearest brothers, Michael Marco and Marvin Mark. Being their Ate Melina May has been the best job in the whole world! Here are 5 Things I absolutely adore about this dynamic duo:

 

1) We Butingting Everything!

Mark's the computer genius, Mike can fix and assemble anything and EVERYTHING... from our new blue violet Volks down to my busted cabinet. Combined, they can give Enteng Kabisote a run for his money.

 

2) Artsy Fartsy

Mike can actually be a fab interior decorator. Mark's more into music and movies. Whenever I do the which-movie-is-this-line-from game, he always ends up giving me the correct answers. He just gave me a CD containing 246 of my favorite tunes. I'm listening to it now.

 

3) Witty

Their smart-alecky remarks drive me crazy. But it also makes me laugh out loud at the same time. It's as if we are always in a gag show and their adlibs are just inside their pockets. Mama and Papa are their biggest fans, aside from moi.

 

4) Nike, Just Do It.

"Mike, sunduin mo na ko.... Mike, ikaw na lang ang mag-ingress sa Sta. Lucia... Mike, tignan mo nga to, ayaw gumana".

 

"Cui (my pet name for Mark, pronounced as KYAWI), samahan mo nga ko sa Wave, MAY chat ako eh... Cui, check mo nga e-mail ko... Cui, bilan mo muna kong Internet Card."

 

Makes me sound like a demanding big sister (oh, but I am!). But they do it... no questions asked. I'm actually holding back the tears now. They've been extremely dependable, always looking after me.

 

5) Feeling Kuya

Now that they're 5'10 (Mark) and 5'8 (Mike), they think they have license to bully me around. They seem to have an opinion on almost everything about me... my work, my non-existent love life, my crushes, my clothes, etc... etc... I have two BIG brothers. It's hilarious.

 

They are what little Bosconians ought to be: loyal, kind, generous and loving. Mama said that when Mike was still in her womb, I would talk to him and call him Michael. I gave him his name. He is that precious to me. Mark's our little, big baby. He would still kiss me even when everybody's watching. He would say goodnight and text me wishing me luck before my major presentations. He's the sweetest bunso anyone could ever ask for.

 

I look at them and I realize how awfully lucky I am. And I love them more than life itself.

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