Boffill's WebCrib

I suppose most of my friends and family already know that my older brother has been gone for over a month. What happened was that he left our place last May 23, 2010 and didn't even bother to inform us. My brother, for your information, has a bit of mental incapability and I think that caused him to stow away. Me and my family went to different places just to look for him. My brother in Manila searched for him and my Sister in Cebu does the same thing. Our relatives in Davao and Cotabato were looking for him too. My cousin went to all the towns of Biliran Island in search for my brother. None of them were successful in finding my Kuya. It was like a catch me if you can in our family. Everybody around us are concerned about my brother's whereabouts. Sometimes, tear will fall down from my father's eyes thinking that my brother is not with us. We were all concerned about the food he eat and the place where he stay.

Me and my parents went to Siquijor last week to ask some help to a quack doctor or fortune teller whatever you call them. I'll just address him as QDFT then. What QDFT did was to ask my mother to buy 3 candles and lit it in the altar. QDFT told us that if the candle will fall down, meaning my brother is dead and if the candle will stand still and without the droplets on its side, meaning my brother is still alive. Good thing my the candle was standing still without the droplets. That really made me curious because if you would light up a candle, you should see droplets falling from its body but in QDFT's case, there's none! And yes, if you're gonna ask if me the candle is reducing its size, then the answer's gonna be a very big YES! Holy crap, I just can't believe mysterious things like this. Well anyway, enough with that, QDFT told us that he would let my brother go back home because my brother actually crossed the island. After visiting QDFT, we head back to Cebu and went back to our normal life.

A week after we went to Siquijor, my Father decided to go to Ormoc and Tacloban to scan the place again. We arrived at Ormoc at around 6:00a.m. and went to different places to check if my brother is there. Until later that morning at around 11:00a.m., we decided to go to Tacloban to also check if my brother was there. We scanned the whole City and to no luck, we didn't find my Kuya. We decided to just go home to Naval, Biliran and search for him there. We took a tricycle going to Duptours terminal. We passed by Sto. Niño St. when suddenly my father jumped off the tricycle and ran to the McArthur Bakeshop. I don't really know why my father did that but when I saw him approaching a guy wearing dirty clothers with a shoe on the right and a slippers on the left, now I know why. It was my Kuya who's sitting on the corner maybe waiting for someone to give him food. My mother and father cried and yes, also me. It was a real life drama to our family. We later knew that my Kuya was already there for about 3 weeks already and the people from the bakery, billiard hall near it and the carindera beside the bakery are the ones giving my kuya food to eat. I really can't imagine that my brother, a person that has the same blood as mine, suffered this chaos. We rushed to the carindera beside the bakery and ordered plenty of food for my Kuya. I can really see how hungry my brother is. After eating, we went to a nearby pension house to check in to let my brother bathe and clean himself. I bought everything that he need from his clothes to his shave. My brother was all clean again and it was like there's nothing happened to him. He's still silent and doesn't wanna talk to us.

It was a lesson learned for us his family. We should love him no matter what he is or what he do. He's a member of the family and he deserved to be loved. As what my Aunt said, this is an awakening for everyone!

P.S. I would love to post my brother's picture when we saw him but I just can't. I'm sorry.