I didn't know I have a beautiful family until my dad died...

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I always compare my family with other families. I thought mine was very unique and absurd. I had a lot of wishes like I wished my dad was like my classmate's dad who was an engineer and earns a lot for the family; I wished my mom was like my friend's who dresses fancy clothes and talks with much finesse. I found my brothers very weird especially the third one who only listens to melancholy music and spends most of his time in his drawings and numbers. I wished my family was one of the riches in the neighborhood. I saw a lot of imperfections in my family. I had bitterness with my dad whom I thought didn't do all his best to provide us the best things we could get as his children. My dad died last July 2007 and everything just changed. My family went through a lot last year that made me think to commit suicide. Last Christmas when I went home to spend the holidays with my mom and brothers, we got a chance to talk together as a family. Together, we journeyed back and expressed every emotion we kept inside. My father's death was the most painful thing that happened and yeah, it'll take time to heal. I also came to know more about my family and appreciate every good things that each of us has. My mom just doesn't get tired from doing all the household stuffs plus her handicraft things to augment the family's income. My 2nd brother is just a very family-oriented person, my 3rd brother turns to be a good painter and mathematician, the youngest is just one of computer geniuses in their campus. My dad... well, he wasn't perfect but he was such a loyal friend to his friends even if they don't deserve his friendship. It took years before I realized that I have a beatiful family but at am thankful that finally I did.