I attended my Dad's clan reunion for the first time. I was born and raised in US and I never get to know a single member of my father's relative since he didn't tell me anything about his origin, not until my 18th birthday when he finally allowed me to go with him in the Philippines.
I was in awe on how big Dad's family is.
I was just smiling like an idiot the whole time that it hurts my jaw. Seriously, I'm trying hard to make a good impression so that they wouldn't think that I'm a scheming little brat.
After two long hours of introduction with the elders, here comes another batch of young people that I need to shake hands with. They are my cousins, according to my dad.
He started to name them one by one, and my smile turned into an instant shock.
No way! That's the guy I make out with at the party last week!
