i have corleone blood

when sonny corleone got wiped by the tollway, the godfather and his posse made sure revenge was exacted and that justice came down with a flicker of the gun. Now this, with a mafia-fied neighborhood and a power-crusted family was how blood commanded every move, every stroke, every deed that attempted to crash the supremacy of the corleones. In fact, when their empire was on the brink of political bankruptcy, al pacino took centerstage and instead of protecting his possessions, he prioritized pushing the integrity of his family and won away leading the esteemed five families. That is how bloodlines do not go streaking down without respect. ever, no matter how much treachery goes around, no matter how criminal defense may get.

I bring this up because recently, I feel the need to defend someone who, despite my utter dislike at most times, still is my blood and vein.

Sonny was a very rash thinker. very impulsive. packed with every inch of anger even the leftists could never come up with. But his family still loved him. And that is the way the wheel rounds up with my mom. I will continue to have arguments with her, continue to go against the tide and continue to slide away from her decisions. But with every discomfort comes the reason behind the blood-is-thicker-than-water tune and my instinct to protect her from weevil flashes out there.

What is all behind this? Well, my relative called me up one fine day, only to tell me, the 5th child, (in exact words) “yang mama mo lahat na lang inaaway” etc etc etc. The 3 minute conversation left me dumb and at a loss for words. all I could say was opo, yes tita and yes po with no knowledge whatsoever of the state of affairs. I cannot imagine how much respect had gone to a person that didn’t even deserve a little bite of my cheese much less reverence in the oddest places. I never had anything against her till the day she reprimanded me for my moms actions. I have three brothers and and older sister that she could have called up. But she had to dial mi numero because she knows im vulnerable and will stand like a meek sheep in the field. Well guess what, I may have receded in our first battle but next time you bet your ass I wont.

Now, I don’t have guns. I don’t have a cuss-filled mouth. and neither do I have five thousand dollar suits and political backup to make me look mafia-ish and be the protector. But I do have a brain that knows when its time to put respect in the right places. I don’t care how foolish my mom gets, I don’t care what she has done, I don’t even care if she was wrong. But you mess up with anyone from my family and you’ll get more than a dose of my anger and tank full of revenge. I know, I know, I am not capable of doing anything. My teeny weeny little body can only kick some balls to the goal and watch it hit the post. But if words were like swords to your back, then I will blast you with a thousand languages and word up like crazy. I love my family to death and I will always come to its defense no matter how wrong they will be. I will take all insults and swallow them fast but when it comes to family, I will spit them back to your face.

Calmly, I will ask you to move away from our territory and I will forget you ever said anything about my mom. Do this again and suffer ill fate. You never know, I jus might be a corleone.