One thing about me is I'd rather watch than read. I'm a visual person. That's why I've made it my life's mission to power through dozing off every time I open a book and start reading and finish as many books as I can from cover to cover, no matter how long it takes. So help me God! One of the many, many foreign series that I've watched from start to finish is 'Young Sheldon.' I think what makes it work and appeal to Filipinos is how relatable it is. The story revolves around Sheldon Cooper, a gifted child with an IQ of 187 and his misadventures with his family. His father, George Sr., was a football coach, while his mother, Mary, took her name to heart and was a devout Christian. He had two siblings: his older brother, who surely didn't act like he was, George Jr. and his twin, Missy, who got the shorter end of the intelligence genes but was blessed with all the other good ones. Plus, his grandmother, whom he fondly calls meemaw. Very Filipino, yeah? Stop reading after this sentence if you hate spoilers like I do. We finally got to the finale today and boy, was it heavy! Toward the tail end of the final season, George Sr. suffers from a heart attack and dies instantly, without warning. No goodbyes. No nothing. It brought me back to the time I lost my father to an accident when I was 16, just a couple of years older than young Sheldon when he lost his. Talk about relatability! It was art imitating life, really. How they depicted grief in different forms was on point and hit close to home. To say 'hit close to home' means to be relatable in a negative way. Anyway, c'est la vie! If you've made it to this part, do yourself a favor and tell your folks how much you love them while you still can.
