Friday, June 01, 2007
mutti's mutti
For the entire summer, I signed up to be my grandmother's official 24/7 slave.Yes, I felt like I had to be the do-gooder of the season. I felt like I had to do a lot of payback, because it would be my only assurance that everything will be okay.
Some people were born to take care of others, some only to take care of themselves and still some who can't even look after themselves.I have been in the last bin, and the second one- I wanted to fit right in the first one. I've been telling myself for years that it's okay to be the spoiled bitch that I am because that's what my parents raised me to be. Of course, I was wrong. Mutti wanted to raise a self-sufficient and responsible citizen, the goody two-shoes. Vatti wanted for himself a kid who can pay her own bills right after college, and preferably one who can buy him the sports car. But generally, they wanted a good kid, and I'm trying to be that because I've seen Mutti do it and the satisfaction she gets, according to her anyway, is the best feeling in the world.
Well, I was going for the "good feeling" , and if I can get the "best one", why not?
And of course, I love my grandmother. She raised me to be her protege. I was her favorite grandchild, her favorite granddaughter. (She made it known to everybody else, and I swear I can feel my cousins secretly hating me before.) I was the daughter of her only daughter among five sons. I just had to be the little Estela.
Now, my grandmother was never the grandmother who had special occasion recipes. She's a bad cook. We cooked rice the same way, emerging with tiny white pebbles on our bowls. She was the original spoiled waray bitch. She was dangerously naughty, and she still is.
When they were young, kids of someone who was somebody in pre-war Samar, they used to play with money and burn them. She used to fart loudly when they were praying the rosary. She sold fake cigars stuffed with dried Papaya leaves, and stuffed bananas down into her whats-its with her friends.
But my grandmother can also be the most loving potty-mouthed grandma you'll ever find.
Do you love your husband?
"Why yes. He was handsome. He had a nice nose and a long dick."I looooooove my lola.
xxmimose
Labels: family, grandmother, summer vacation
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