My youngest sister is in my room right now, crying her heart out over an ended relationship. She's 17 and considering that this is her first foray into the inexplicable genre of first love, I let down my sarcastic self and took the shoes of a responsible older brother.
She talked to our mother, who is probably my last bastion or resort for advice. It was quite weird hearing my mother, put on loudspeaker by my eavesdropping other sister, talking words of wisdom and whatnots to my youngest sister.
I never had that conversation, never dialed her number when the guy I was dating three years ago decided to hug it out in the stairs of one building in UP. To be fair, I am still in the closet. But as any gay guy would tell you on the street, your mother always knows, probably even before you knew yourself. Funny how I use that as an excuse now whenever the topic of coming out is laid down in the table. I'm 27 now and the inquiries of when I will tie the know have substantially diminished over the years.
It's weird hearing her advise. There's no jealousy or whatsoever. I am fine with my sister being able to open her life out to my mother, an opportunity I never actually had. Even if I were out, my mother would probably be the last person I'll ask an advice from. But it was nice hearing her talk to my sister- the idea that she is engaged and concerned with our personal lives; the possibility that some time in the future, her life and my personal life will also meet and we will, even if I probably won't, laugh at failed relationships and cursed hook-up.s
