The Sign of Independence

This topic has been mentioned previously in a post but here's where I
explain (or at least try to) what I have been feeling lately. I have relatives
which used to live some of their lives in Bahrain and every time they're here
because of their summer vacation, I'm always the one who jumps up because of
excitement that they are here. But of course, back then maybe they are feeling
that I'm always that person who tags along with them and they don't like it.
For sometime, I learned to live without them. But let's just say that deep
inside I still hunger for them. I remember when my granma died and that the
whole family just can't make it to just catch a final glimpse of her. My relative
was sent (she's on college and started studying here) everytime she arrives,
I remember my mom saying to me "Jay, nandyan na si ate nene!" (Jay, cousin nene's
here!), and of course I'd rush outside to meet her. Then it followed when we were
visiting our late relatives that she unexpectedly came along. I remember how we
used to share ghost stories and urban legends while we were staying there. It
happened for two years and she didn't make it this year. Now moving on to
christmas, usually the whole family didn't celebrate it here, but the two daughters
(The first one was the person I just described, the second is the next daughter,
who is now a college freshman), who apparently didn't celebrate it with their parents.
But even if they stay in the phils. they didn't celebrate it with us. The second
daughter tried an approach, she actually came here but left soon with her boyfriend.
I didn't even see her the whole time she was here. Now this is where the title comes
into play in regards to me. I have a male relative here, but is never home, the two
sisters mentioned above, are breaking away from us and are thinking that its time
they live their own lives. Well, they have every right in the world to do that because
they are eighteen years old now. I have another cousin a little older than me, but
got herself pregnant and was forced to leave along with her son. And I'm next in line,
I've already imagined what my life would be, independent. I see myself living in Japan
struggling to try and learn Japanese, arriving but leaving very soon. Yeah I see myself
like that when I'm older.

Note:
I put in the info of my relatives above to get you an idea. Because I think
it's a little hard to explain.