Our family at last returned to the Philippines ten long years later. For everyone of us, this was a long-awaited event filled with happiness, love, and thrill. After so much planning and discussion about this reunion, it felt like a dream come true when it actually came about.
To greet everyone, including my titos, who traveled from the USA, we planned a dinner party. Though it seemed small, it meant so much. We didn't need anything big, more than enough was the opportunity to be with one other once more following such a protracted period.
Every one of us may be feeling supported and connected. We laughed, told tales, and sent updates on our lives. Many things had changed—some of us moved, others got married, others had children, or began new jobs. We even included family members who were meeting everyone for the first time. Seeing how the family had developed—in terms of strength as much as numbers—was heartening.
We also barbecued BBQ, and everyone became much hungrier from the smoky aroma. Eating together while laughing and chatting added even more significance.
The food of the evening was among its highlights. Food always takes the stage in every Filipino festivity. The side of the family run by my father produced some great cooked. Among other things there was dinuguan, menudo, pakbet.
It was also the first occasion I personally saw any of my younger cousins. They were only children when I last saw them. These days, they are all grown up—taller, more self-assured, with their own tales to tell. The speed with which time passes astounds me. It let me understand, no matter how hectic life becomes, how crucial it is to schedule family time.
Every hour throughout the evening seemed interesting. Plans and ideas abound—family vacations, future get-togethers, even basic things like video conferences and chat groups meant to keep in touch. Everyone would return to their own life and obligations following this event, we knew. For now, though, we simply wanted to hang about with each other.
Seeing my titos and other relatives once more reminded me of the strength of our family link over distance. They never forget their roots, even if they reside in the US. More significantly, they brought their presence and time, which meant the most to us, not only stories and pasalubong from afar.
The whole festivities brought back to me what really counts: family, love, and unity. Though these days can be hectic and demanding, they are well worth it. They inspire us, optimism, and a feeling of community.
We snapped pictures, held each other firmly, and bid our goodbyes with tears and laughter as the evening drew to a conclusion. Knowing we will always have each other, wherever we live, thus the farewell was not a sad one; it was one of hope and happiness.
This return was more than simply a celebration, it was a reminder that home is the people you spend your life with, rather than a place. And the heart recalls even now, after ten years. This encounter makes me very happy and something I will appreciate always.
