Family | My 7th Birthday | Home, Cebu | ©1979
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I think it is an incredible blessing to have siblings who share history with you. You could reminisce together and they help you remember things and point out if your facts are jumbled. They confirm the certainty and accuracy of the things you remember.
The last time I was in Cebu, my sister B and I spent a lot of time talking about our childhood experiences, the people we've met, and the difficulties we had to endure. We'd laugh at funny memories and tear up at the mention of painful ones.
But there are certain memories I could not remember. B, for instance, mentioned that our Tita L wanted to stab me with a knife one time when we were kids. No matter how many times I dive into my brain and look for that piece of memory, I couldn't find it. I thought my sister just had her own memory messed up, but that is highly unlikely. B remembers almost everything.
And then some weeks back, I had a chat with my Canada-based sister A and I mentioned to her about Tita L and her knife (haha). And yes, my sister A also vividly remembered the incident.
How strange is it that I couldn't remember that moment?
They say that maybe, forgetting is my brain's way of coping with the most painful experiences. And if that's true, then I'm glad and grateful I have siblings to remind me. Because really, sometimes, we need to be reminded of the painful things we've survived and managed to endure, so we'd realize how strong we've become.