The Night Before We Reunite
The Night Before We Reunite
It was a Saturday, but work didn’t stop for me—I still had an 8 to 5 shift. As soon as I clocked out, I hit the road straight to Kabankalan. My aunties, uncles, and some of my cousins were already there; I was traveling with my sisters, Manang Jel, and her siblings. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be staying overnight—just attending the reunion the next day.
It was my first time driving a long route at night, and honestly, I was nervous. But thank God we made it safe and sound.
We were all so excited—especially since one of our cousins had just arrived from Canada—that we completely forgot to stop for dinner or even grab takeout. Luckily, the host family had prepared food and threw a small party to welcome everyone. This reunion is on my dad’s side, and they really went all out.
After dinner, we took a quick drive to a nearby convenience store for some drinks. When we got back, the dancing had already started. The music spanned decades—new hits and old classics alike—and the dance floor was filled with both the young and the old. There was something so heartwarming about seeing everyone come together, moving to the same beat.
Of course, the party didn’t last too long—we had the big reunion day ahead. But for us cousins, the night was just beginning.
We stayed up talking for hours, barely sleeping. We caught up on life, laughed over old stories, swapped updates, and yes—shared the latest family chika. It felt like one of our old sleepovers, only now we’re older and our stories have evolved.
But what hasn’t changed is the bond between us. No matter how far we go or how much time passes, the love remains. It's like we were never apart.
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