We have different sizes, different styles, different reasons why we wear rubber shoes. Rarely do we see each other since our grandparents died but for some reason, on that one occasion, we were all wearing rubber shoes.We have different parents, different values, different education background. We have different talents, different beliefs, different generations. There are age gaps, there are money issues, there are so many different family problems. But for some reason, at one time, we were all wearing rubber shoes.
I can no longer keep track of how many of us are there. Through the years, the numbers just kept growing. Babies are now teenagers; teenagers have grown to be parents themselves. We used to talk about toys and who's turn it is to sit in the swing. We play ball, we run around our compound, we climb the mango tree beside Mommy's house... some get hurt, some cry, some just don't mind anything at all. Then, five years after daddy died and three years after Mommy passed away, we realize, we still have the same bond we had back when we were all hiding from Mommy's wrath and walking to the beach with Daddy Tabs.
We don't talk about toys anymore. We talk about boys, relationships, girls, adolescence... we don't sit on the swing and kid around like before. Now, it is over liquor that we find silly moments together. We talk about career opportunities like we used to talk about who washes the dishes.
It amazes me to see that we have grown so much. We got scarred, we got wiser. Yet amidst all our smiles and memories of how we used to be, we still have the same shadows. Shadows of our happy childhood memories, growing up through the guidance of our grandparents. Learning from extremes. I hope that after many years, someday, at some point, we will still wear the same rubber shoes with our same shadows... We will always have the memory of Mommy and Daddy.
We are the grandchildren of Tabs and Nats.
I can no longer keep track of how many of us are there. Through the years, the numbers just kept growing. Babies are now teenagers; teenagers have grown to be parents themselves. We used to talk about toys and who's turn it is to sit in the swing. We play ball, we run around our compound, we climb the mango tree beside Mommy's house... some get hurt, some cry, some just don't mind anything at all. Then, five years after daddy died and three years after Mommy passed away, we realize, we still have the same bond we had back when we were all hiding from Mommy's wrath and walking to the beach with Daddy Tabs.
We don't talk about toys anymore. We talk about boys, relationships, girls, adolescence... we don't sit on the swing and kid around like before. Now, it is over liquor that we find silly moments together. We talk about career opportunities like we used to talk about who washes the dishes.
It amazes me to see that we have grown so much. We got scarred, we got wiser. Yet amidst all our smiles and memories of how we used to be, we still have the same shadows. Shadows of our happy childhood memories, growing up through the guidance of our grandparents. Learning from extremes. I hope that after many years, someday, at some point, we will still wear the same rubber shoes with our same shadows... We will always have the memory of Mommy and Daddy.
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