Kuyakoy

Two barakos in the family is like having barbarians for sons. It's not that my kuya and I fight/argue most of the time when we were kids, but it's just that we've got so little things in common; and I guess in our case, opposite repels.

My brother was the knight of the altar who would like to be a priest. I was the young artist who doesn't want anything to do with the church. I was the smart ass; he was the desciplinarian kuya. I was the kid always listed in the honor roll; he's got dyslexia.

But whatever happens, Bro will always be my kuya and I will always be the bunso.

Earlier today, Bro and I were able to rekindle the lost childhood/brotherhood I've been missing for so long now. Just for fun, we decided to work out in the gym. He was planning to lose some weight, and I was planning to trim down my belly. Since he has been in the gym for quite some time now, he showed me the basics of the process.

It was like the first time I took a bike ride with him pushing and supporting me along the way. I remember that he pulled me hard when I was about to get hit by a speeding car.

"12 reps, 2 sets. Wag sobra baka magkasakit ka" I smiled and followed obediently like before.

Walking home, we were able to talk about life, work, family; about almost everything. Though my body still hurts, I know that I will have another bonding session with my brother lifting weights. :)