After work at 5:00pm, on Thursday, my generous brother and his wife picked me up from my job. And we headed to Fremont. The traffic was bad on 880. The GPS read one hour arrival time.
We arrived safely. All my cousins were there, and we had a couple tiny drinks. My oldest brother from Texas was telling jokes and we all sat around reminiscing about childhood. After having Chipotle for dinner. No games, but we talked about how my brothers bunked from room to room after Dad sold the house and they were unconsciously embarking on their own journey. I kind of felt bad realizing how my brothers lived through life without a stable home. Going through different ups and downs without parental guidance as teenagers. That sounded rough from where I was standing within earshot in my cousins living room. All that time, I was living with my dad, they’ve gone through trials and tribulations. And I was very naive and innocent. I should’ve lived through similar experiences had I gone on my own. I had no idea.
This was the highlight of my evening with my brothers and cousins. And although I had fun spending time with them. Little do they know, their stories are eye opening for me of my own reality.
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