It's summer, which means the Meatball is off to her Dad's 8 hours away. It didn't use to be as hard when Spaghetti was a baby. But this summer the connection between the two sisters is beginning to show.
When we get in the car, Spaghetti announces, "Let's go pick up Meatball!" When we prepare Spaghetti's bath, she screams, "I want to take a bath with my Ate! (Tagalog word for big sister). When we put her to bed, "I want to sleep with Ate!" Spaghetti whimpers.
It's definitely beginning to show. And I know it's going to get worse, before it gets any better. As Spaghetti grows and starts to realize what spending summers away from the Meatball really means, it kills to see the deeper sadness in her face masked by her innocent confusion. My mother only shakes her head in dismay for the separated sisters. "Kawawa naman. (translated to how sorry they are, how sad), she empathizes about the girls' summer separation. She's probably praying right now for the Meatball's swift return. The downside of blended families.
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