Growing up all the Romo children grew up in pairs Jorge had Nancy, Edith had Yolanda, and I had Roman. Unlike the rest of the Romo children Romans view of the world is the most distinctive from us all.
I’ve always had Roman by my side growing up. As a child Roman was very shy and timid I was usually the one who was more adventurous or troublesome you can say haha. If it was being left at Sunday school or talking to random kids or adults I was the one who would take the lead.
He would eventually take the lead in things being the older brother but deep down he still needed me as much as I needed him. He would always win in whatever games we played sports, video games, tag ,cops and robbers, etc. He wasn’t always the nicest brother to say the least; calling me names and making fun of me. He really did play a number on my self-esteem. He was always and to this day is skinner than me and he knew what buttons to press to hurt me.
Still though we had each other. As time passed I became more of my brothers keeper. We shared rooms or floors for a long time. We were the youngest so we got the leftovers you can say. We didn’t have our on beds until my parents were able to buy my sisters new ones. For a long time we just slept on the floor in the living room. Roman always had this habit when we would go to sleep, he would always try to hold my hand haha. I hated it. When we eventually had our own room it was usually my job to turn off the light and to make sure the closet door was all the way closed because Roman was afraid of it. When we were old enough to take showers by ourselves we would always ask each other to wait with the other in the bathroom haha. While one showered the other would just sit on the toilet and we would just talk.
When it came to church relationships Roman was always the leader in that. He’s a jokester and loves making people feel uncomfortable and pushed the limits. He turned into a social butterfly. He would search out the quiet kids or “weird” ones and bring them into our little family. He would become the leader in our group of friends at church. Once he even had all of us become a gang named Red Romans Rule hah. He’s a charismatic person.
At school he was the exact opposite always did the bare minimum in class, rarely spoke, and would sit in the back corner. His classmates would always say, “Roman when your here we forget that your in the room but when your absent everyone is asking for you.” Him doing the bare minimum was not a reflection of his intelligence but his realization of the faulty system of what is school. His teachers knew he was smart; he could write a paper saying absolutely nothing and get praised for it.
Roman refuses to embrace me. He doesn’t let me hug him at all and I don’t think I’ve ever kissed him goodnight or anything like I do with all my other family. He shows me he loves me by buying me food. He shows me he love me by having my back. There are only two times I remember seeing Roman cry in an older age. One at Jorge’s funeral and the other when he was defending me from one of our leaders in church.
Roman is like a unicorn he’s an enigma to the outside world. He’s charismatic, intelligence, hard work ethic, hilarious, independent, musically inclined.
