He is my favorite cousin (I hope my 20 or so other cousins won't mind)
It's because he's the youngest--our baby and he's the cutest and the funniest. He never fails to fascinate me with his witty comments, quirky and vivid stories and playful expressions.
He was barely a year old when I made him one of my 18 roses during my debut. Besides my dad, and my escort, he was "the boy in a dark blue tuxedo." Mind you...he's the most popular and most talked about guy that night. All my girl friends adore him. I wager he will be a campus crush when he enters high school. If he becomes a playboy, I won't mind too --good genes must be spread not kept. (just kidding)
Time flies --he's 8 years old now!
I love it when he calls me "Ate"-- it's the privilege I don't normally get as an only child. So when my cousins call me Ate it gives me a different feeling--like I am a wholly different person with big responsibilities. I'm the "baby" at home so whenever I am at my grandparents' house I get to play another role which is "Ate" and I always try my best to play that role well.
On the other hand, my female cousins matured a lot faster than me-- in actions. They are all very lady like- they wear skirts, they sit with their legs crossed and they can walk and stand for hours wearing stilettos. They are experts in applying make ups too. I survive my daily life with lip gloss and powder.
Back to my cousin:
We were alternately playing with his PSP (game: WWF) talking about wrestlers he knew and I knew--i only know very few. We had an argument whether John Cena's new movie's name is 12 hours or 12 rounds. I said it's 12 rounds. He said it's 12 hours and he sounded so confident and he know the guy better than I do-- so I conceded. Later I found out the movie is "12 rounds" so that makes me right...but he already went home so I lost the chance of tickling him till he begs for his life.
He surrendered his PSP to me--only because he got tired of it and he started playing with his John Cena action figure. Then I got tired of the PSP too after some minutes because I'd rather play Nascar or Gran Turismo so he shared to me his "doll" and I played with it like I do with my Barbie Doll. I made it do some ballet movements---of course the John Cena doll now looked like a gay wrestler--he thought it's funny and he laughed so hard. I love hearing his bell-like laugh. So I played with the doll more -- making it do some belly dancing moves. While I play with his favorite wrestler, he asked me about wrestling which of course is the topic I know few about-- I had to text my friend to give me some names of popular wrestlers. WWF is my cousin's latest obsession. He used to be obsessed with Pokemon, Power Rangers, Batman, Superman, Spider Man and even Kapitan Inggo. (When you're a kid it's fine to have a change of mind often--nobody will accuse you of disloyalty).
Then I played like a naughty Ate by telling him that all those wrestling acts are scripted--those wrestlers are not really fighting and I'm pretty sure they hang out in bars for a couple of drinks after their show. And the blood is not real--just ketchup! He was laughing all the time while I was telling him this. I only stopped the story when suddenly he started looking for a ketchup.
Our talks flew from wrestlers and wrestling to latest movies I or he had already seen and movies not here yet but already included on our list of "what to watch" -- Transformers, Dragon Ball, Wolverine and more.
We talked about the stories of Street Fighter, X-Men, Dark Knight, Harry Potter and Twilight -- of course he knows Twilight too.
He only got two question to each stories:
1. Who is the bad guy?
2. Did he/she die?
His innocent mind believes that bad guys die all the time.
He doesn't know yet that in real world it doesn't' work like that--all the time. More often, it's the good guys who die first and bad guys die last.
Then it was his turn to tell stories. I listened intently to him. His imaginations are very interesting to listen to. For some minutes his imaginations brought me to a different world--a very colorful and bright world. He created his own story by mixing up all the characters from various movies- imagine Chun-li killing Voldemort and Harry Potter being a werewolf and that Spiderman has a huge secret...he is a vampire and good friends with Edward. (I delight looking at his eyes as it gets brighter everytime he tells the exciting plots)
Our stomach started to ache from too much laughing. Then we got hungry and we ate some treats from Bread Talk.
Then he told me about his problems--whether to watch Race to Witch Mountain or Monsters vs. Aliens and whether to eat hot dog or ham for breakfast.
How I wish I could go back to being a kid--to a life where my problems would be as simple and small as his.
Before he went to bed, I kissed him goodnight.
I went home blissful
I have one wish: I hope he will not grow up so fast. It's scary thinking that soon he will be facing the real world...and realize that all his favorites and his superheroes are all but a fantasy.
Each day...each year...is a time bomb.
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