Being “Ate”

Let the author take a breather from the usual brouhaha of her non-existent love life.  Just a second…let this second be for her part as a sister…

It’s so fun to be an "ate".  You get to boss someone around without having to worry about being sanctioned for it.  Gosh…it’s your job to do that…you’re the "ate."  You could also do things and get away with it.  You can ask your younger sibling to wash the dishes, feed the dog, feed your grandmother and clean the house.  Of course, the younger sibling can hate you for it, but the fun part is…he can’t hate you for long because you’re the "ate."

But then again…being the "ate" isn’t so good after all.  Attachment could very well be the downfall of the very domineering "ate".  Once the younger sibling starts to grow up and begins realizing that "ate" loves him, he starts calling her by an endearing term that refers to "ate" but isn’t as strong it is…take for example the term "teteng" .

Once he starts calling you that, you get all mushy and yielding, that simple cajoling can get you to do his every bidding.

The worst part is when the "ate" enters the age of "maternal recognition".  Remember that every young lady who steps into the wonderful age of twenty suddenly realizes that she is a girl…pardon the term…WOMAN.  She, therefore, acquires the traits that she only saw MOMMY doing…weird but true.

So when the "ate", the self-proclaimed Hitler, becomes twenty, the younger sibling gains the upper hand.  Hmmm…isn’t this familiar?

It’s hard to be an "ate", but believe me, the hardships are worth it!

lovingly dedicated to my younger brother John and my beautiful doggy-daughter Gina (I wonder who your daddy is?)

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