The Reyes family held a grand reunion at their old ancestral home in the province.
The youngest son, Ricky, an engineer, arrived first—pulling into the driveway in a brand-new Ford Everest.
Next came Sheila, now a doctor, stepping out of a shiny Fortuner.
Then Ben, an accountant, parked his Honda Civic beside them.
Inside the garage, the boasting began.
“Wow, Ricky! Another new car?” Sheila laughed.
“Of course,” Ricky replied proudly. “I’m a Project Manager now. And yours looks amazing too, Doctor.”
They laughed loudly, basking in their achievements.
The brother who didn’t fit in
Then the eldest brother arrived.
Kuya Carding didn’t come in a car—he arrived on an old farm tractor. He wore a faded shirt, a palm hat, and boots caked with mud.
His siblings stared in disbelief.
“Seriously, Kuya?” Ricky scoffed.
“This is a family gathering, not the rice fields! You’re going to dirty the whole house!”
“Sorry,” Carding said gently, wiping sweat from his face.
“I came straight from the harvest. I didn’t want to waste time changing.”
