Conversation with my lil sht sister & tipsy lazy brother

Me: *changing clothes 
Sister: *busy cellphone

Manong: *entered* Ana kayat mo sidaen (pointing my sister)
Sister: Jak ammo, damagem ken Popot (me)
Manong: kayat u liempo?
Me: *greedy answered* alaman garod, nu us ustu ta bagbagam, baka bartek mo lang
Manong: apay syak, sika kuma a, paldo paldo. Nakitak account mo umab abot 30k
Me: huh?!!! Idi dijay, Awan tattan, timmayaben
Manong: ala garud, urayen tay bit ni Mama
Ading: *smirking smiling*
Me: *thinking What if mom who will cover the pay for our dinner tonight?* 
Me: *greedy answered*. Syakon!!!! Wen syakon! Mano kadi?😭

Having siblings like these is a true blessing. We’re all different—one responsible, one a black sheep but kind at heart, one in his own world, and one simply laid-back—but they mean everything to me.

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