To be loved by an angel
CHRISTINE MAY DOMINGO, the contributor, put as her ‘status’ in her Facebook account “ay masamang tao.” (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com)
ONE BUSY MONDAY MORNING, I went to the market to shop for fresh ingredients of the whole week’s menu. I hate getting midway through a recipe and not being able to finish because I ran out of staple ingredient so I was very cautious as I peruse my list. All of a sudden, someone hugged me from behind. I was surprised. I wasn’t prepared for a hug at that moment while I am shopping in a busy market. It took two seconds for me to collect myself to react and turn my back to check who it was. My eyes met two innocent eyes of a girl about nine years of age who was gladly smiling at me. I stooped to reach her level as I force myself to remember where and when did I meet her. Suddenly, an old woman came and pinched her but she wasn’t moved. She was still gladly smiling at me.
At that point, I hugged the kid back. I recognized her. She is Angel, my extraordinary mute friend. She is one of the kids I used to visit three years ago when I was still living in Sagana. Her physical appearance changed a lot. The last time I visited her was when she was about seven years old. Her family moved to a province and I never heard about her since then. I almost did not recognize her.
The ambivalence is unexplainable. I was glad, guilty and sorry and upset simultaneously. I was glad because I saw her again after three long years but I felt so guilty for not recognizing her. I felt so sorry that she was pinched because her grandmother thought she hugged a stranger. I was so upset that it took almost ten seconds for me to realize and hug her back. The ambivalence is unexplainable.
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Christine May Domingo. “To be loved by an angel” @ www.OurHappySchool.com