They’re kids again.

30Sep07

Okay, so they may not look it at the moment.  We’re currently hanging at San Francisco Coffee in Alabang.  It’s just a bit past 9 PM, and they’ve just flipped the “OPEN” sign over.

It’s yet another Sunday evening.  As the virtual only child (because my darling siblings are all away), I come home every weekend to hang with my folks.

There’s nothing quite like coming home (and when I say home, I mean home-home, as in faraway-I-have-to-pay-toll-to-get-to-my-house home).  Mom cooks, I sleep (and sleep and sleep), I get healthy doses of fresh fruits and actually enjoy eating ampalaya.  I see Eddie, and the cats, and the birds (the turtle, obviously enjoying the wet weather, burrows somewhere in the garden), and listen to my mom’s kuwentos about my siblings far away, about local news and goings-on, and of how our helper, Lumen, animatedly talks to Eddie (the dog), and just about everything else that doesn’t talk back (really quite er, amusingly endearing).

My parents, already graduates of fullhouse antics, now exercise in the morning, eat a lot of seafood, and watch a lot of TV.  On weekends, we watch movies.  I would like to think they’re more like carefree children now, I once caught them snuggling on the couch to an early morning HBO movie.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they had secret escapades I haven’t yet discovered.  Mom is slowly immersing herself in the joys of emailing and Skype, while dad is still at it with his Mavis Beacon tutorials.

They’re really quite cute to watch, I spy snatches of girlish affection in my mom, while my dad is his ever-grinning self, the usual flavor of the month of all of mom’s hirits and jokes.

Sometimes I just barge into their room and drape myself on their bed while they watch the Buzz on TV.  In between sinking into the sheets and tickling mom’s tummy, I smile and think of how nice it is to be home.  It’s fun being a kid with…older kids around.

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