My Brother Is Not A Pig

How do you forgive someone who called you a ‘pig’?

Never.



First of all, I live in a decent home. Hindi sa pigpen.

I was born a human by human parents. My siblings are also humans. Hindi kami sabay-sabay na pinanganak tulad ng mga baboy.

I am well-educated. I have a college degree with two majors. Samantalang ang baboy walang educational attainment.

I have a decent job. There are at least 50 people under my supervision. Mga tao silang lahat. None of them behave like pigs.

I eat at least three times a day. I use plate, spoon, fork and other necessary utensils when eating. Sometimes nagkakamay din ako especially when the ulam is barbecue or seafood like alimango. I always wash my hands before and after meals. Hindi yan nagagawa ng mga baboy.

I sleep in a queen size bed with 7 pillows. Pigs sleep with no pillows.

I take a bath regularly. At least twice daily. Pigs take a bath too but they like mud. I don’t.

I flush the toilet after using it. Ang mga baboy they leave their waste kung saan-saan lang.

I can communicate clearly through speaking. I can speak Cebuano and Ilonggo fluently. I can speak Tagalog without revealing my Bisaya accent. I can speak English, sometimes with a British accent. Pigs, they just oink and oink.

People can be mean sometimes.

To you,

Calling me a pig because I’m fat won’t make you a better person.
It hurts, but you know what, it won’t make me less of a human.

At least now I know the size of your brain is relative to the size of your values.


Makakain na nga, gutom na ako.
At least sa bahay namin puno ng pagkain ang ref. Eh ikaw, may kinakain ka pa ba? Nagpapalibre ka na nga ng dinner sa isang bakla.

Pathetic.