I am Gian, an unofficial member of a family with third party sluts hereby declare that this is one of the worst days of my life.
I just learned that my sis-in-law found a "hidden folder" in the camera my brother accidentally left before going back to Madrid. The images in that folder was purposely hidden (for obvious reasons). I guess my bro thought that we were stupid and that we won't be able to see it since the default folder options of a computer will not display those kind of files. But lo and behold, we did. I mustered to myself "i guess you are dumber than i am".
So we saw the images. He and a Spanish girl in each other's arms. Another one with their lips intertwined. Poor sis-in-law nearly fainted.
For the information of everyone who follows this blog, i have 7 siblings. 2 brothers which are from my father's 1st wife. A newly born sister from my father's 3rd wife and 2 more siblings from my mother and his 2nd husband. I only have one biological brother who i respected and loved. He was my hero in those times of danger, he was the only one who understood me when i walked out of my mom's life. He was the only one who eats powedered orange juice with me. Years ago, he tried his luck in a foreign country. To cut the story short, he succeeded. I was happy for him, he even told me that if i went with him in that World Youth Day trip, i could be living a better life right now. I told him i'm okay, as long as one of us is doing well, everything's well. Since we got each other's back.
My brother and i grew up separately. We only see each other at school. He lived with my Lola while i stayed with my dad. The reason for that is because our parents separated when we were young and they had their own respective families when were learning how to say bad words. Both of us knew how hard it is to be a product of a broken home. How hard it is to spend christmas with people that only cares for you because you do household chores for them in return. We literally felt like slaves in our own families. We had our own share of stories of different houses we lived in. Just so we can go to school. I remember him telling me stories of how my tito trained him to butcher pigs that they sell and how happy he is to receive his share of money and buy the things he wanted. He was a very humble person. I told myself that if i were to have a bf, i would choose one that resembles him.
He said that we should not be like our parents.
He said that we will be normal people and be exempted from the common outcome of broken families.
He said that we should be grateful if someone will love us despite of what we are.
He said that we will build our homes on a same lot so we can still look up for each other even if we already have our own families.
He said that we will be madly in-love with our partners and have adorable kids.
He said that he will not allow anything to destroy his family nor mine.
And now this? 
