Growing up with six brothers was such chaos. One X’mas morning when I was 9 years old, all of us were dressed in our fineries ready to attend the Christmas mass. My mum asked me to look after the baby crawling on the floor while she get ready herself.
There I was crawling along with the baby in my best dress. While the boys wrestled and was getting restless; when all of a sudden my 3rd bro decided to do a handstand and a flip over but landed heavily on my head. I hit my face hard on the floorboard and I lost a front-tooth and there I was hysterical ‘cause what a disaster! Losing a tooth on Christmas day. And the boys were just laughing hard and started singing “All she want for Christmas is her front-tooth.” I could not get go to church I was all distressed and sweaty from crying and my eyes were very puffy and my face started to swell and have my dress got dirty.
I locked myself in the bedroom clutching my doll and they all went to attend the mass without me. I cried myself to sleep. I was tired from our NOCHE BUENA anyway. I woke up when they all came back and the boys were still teasing me, how I will be an old maid ‘cause I would not be able to get a boyfriend with a tooth missing. Dad came to console me while Mum just said “Get over it girl.” Years later when we get together for Christmas; the boys always reminisce that particular Christmas and always teased me about it. Oh how I miss them.
There I was crawling along with the baby in my best dress. While the boys wrestled and was getting restless; when all of a sudden my 3rd bro decided to do a handstand and a flip over but landed heavily on my head. I hit my face hard on the floorboard and I lost a front-tooth and there I was hysterical ‘cause what a disaster! Losing a tooth on Christmas day. And the boys were just laughing hard and started singing “All she want for Christmas is her front-tooth.” I could not get go to church I was all distressed and sweaty from crying and my eyes were very puffy and my face started to swell and have my dress got dirty.
I locked myself in the bedroom clutching my doll and they all went to attend the mass without me. I cried myself to sleep. I was tired from our NOCHE BUENA anyway. I woke up when they all came back and the boys were still teasing me, how I will be an old maid ‘cause I would not be able to get a boyfriend with a tooth missing. Dad came to console me while Mum just said “Get over it girl.” Years later when we get together for Christmas; the boys always reminisce that particular Christmas and always teased me about it. Oh how I miss them.
Fast-forward Christmas 2007, hubby has to go to work so we got up at 3:00 am with him to open our presents. The girls and me were invited to a friends place for lunch so we went and end up staying for dinner and hubby came after work. There we were after a few drinks, having a go at karaoke. At first the girls were cheering me “Go mum go!” but soon I was grabbing the microphone and belting a song and dancing at the same time.
It was a case of role reversal the adults were misbehaving while the teen-agers were giving us dirty looks. We had so much fun.
We suffered from a bit of hangover the next day though. My friend and I decided life is too short. We should not wait for any occasion to get together and be merry, we should do it more often.
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