The typhoon arrived later than expected and so our plan to go to Anilao, Batangas pushed through. My family went snorkeling. It was so lovely down there, the corals and the fishes were very beautiful, all those colors, you can watch them for hours and not tire of it. The fishes in our aquarium were there, the blue damselfish, green chromis, that black and white one, etc. The sea urchins were as big disco balls! It was fun feeding them fishies, too. The resort also had a pool of sharks, black-tipped sharks, so they don't really attack people, only if taunted. And so I swam with them, although a small fear was playing at the back of my mind...what if these creatures were conspiring against me? Oh, and there was also a sea turtle in that pool. I'd like to go back there another time.
Barry came home Sat night and so he went with us (and looked like he enjoyed the trip, too). I really tried my best to keep my cool and be patient with him, and not raise the tone of my voice whenever I get annoyed at him. He wasn't bad company except for his occasional sarcasm and criticisms (both I hate so much, & both he can be full of). He's still that small brother who dares and keeps trouble not too far away, the adventurous one, and a bit of a show-off, too. Watching him that moment, I missed him. We have grown so far apart, each harboring anger(?) at the other. But I'm trying harder now to be easier on him because, who knows? all he really needs is love and understanding, not psychotherapy (as I thought). If only righting his wrong will not make you the bad guy... and who knows for how long I've been THE bad guy in this family in his mind?