The Second Sister
The Second Sister
The Second Sister
Being in a big family of nine—including both of their parents— life was not the kindest to the
Reodiques especially noting that it was the 60's and they live in the Philippines. They had to
share anything and everything; beds, plates, books, clothes, whatever fits and whatever works.
You know what they say, though; "the smaller the house, the closer the family."— and it's true,
for their case. Beds were crowded but cozy and everything else. Despite having just enough to
get through the week, they were content. They were happy.
To understand Evangeline, I have to tell you about her older sister, Ruth— my grandmother.
Like every eldest daughter in a Filipino (or Asian, rather) household, she's the breadwinner.
Being her parents' most sickly child did not stop her from achieving things her parents and
everyone else around her would be proud of. Moreso, she's a beautiful woman. The type who
always flashes a smile no matter what. She always joked about receiving tons of flowers and
love letters from her many suitors when she was young. It was true, though. She's an ideal girl,
the first sister. That being said, she's the first in everyone's eyes. Ah, yes. Ruth. She always
works so hard, always has everyone's back. To top it all off, she basically lives in their local
church for how religious and god-fearing she is. Ruth is the woman every old fashioned mothers
wished their kids to be. I just don't know if she ever became the person she wants to be.
Evangeline, however, is the exact opposite. She is almost always in perfectly good health but
never made too much effort doing things she didn't want to. They deemed her lazy. She takes
up space in a way that she knows damn well how to voice out her every opinion, every thought,
and every emotion she felt necessary to express. They called her loud. Unlike Ruth, she didn't
smile a lot— only when she felt like it. Because of that, she always looked unapproachable, and
because of that, people always thought she was a bitch. She had previous lovers but never
married. She and her siblings joked about it, but it is obvious they assumed that it was because
no one can put up with her attitude and her strong personality. Religiousness was never her
thing as much as it was her sister's, but she prayed once in a while. Evangeline always moved
at her own pace, never letting anyone dictate the life she wanted for herself, never even thinking
about what anyone other than herself thought. She lives in her own self-built universe.
Aunt Evangeline was never "too much", women are just shaped by the world to be too little. We
are trained to worship men for being strong willed and opinionated and call women too loud for
being the same. We appreciate men who openly express their emotions and call women too
sensitive for doing the same. We are used to praising a man who can bring himself with much
confidence but when a woman does it, she's too self-absorbed. Women are forced to make
themselves smaller than they are in this world ruled by the patriarchy. If not, they're too much.
They're undesirable. The world is too used to making space for men that when a woman takes
up space—as every living person should—she is automatically viewed in a bad light. Opinions
are meant to be voiced out and emotions are supposed to be expressed. Learning all this
growing up, I finally understood. Women like my Aunt Evangeline are often criticized because in
the eyes of the patriarchy, nothing is more terrifying than a woman with boundaries.