Christmas Tales: Season for the children
Posted by fartalot at 12:06 PM on January 7, 2008 in notizie.
A couple of days before Christmas, I was with my Dad stocking up on some spirits at our (well, his) favorite liquor store.
I was still half asleep in the car as my dad was too excited to have me bathe first before dragging me out of the house. So there I was, dozing on and off in his car while he fondled Mr Johny Walker (the alcohol mind you).
Somewhere between dozes, i saw this half of a boy lugging something in his arms while eyeing the people around him. The child was clothed in a dirty oversized shirt and nothing else. And in his arms was a baby, almost half as big as he was.
I cant believe my eyes. Where were the childrens' parents? How on earth can they have this slip of a boy, really, take care of a baby? How irresponsible can you get?
The older child walked wide eyed, staring into car windows.
When he approached our car, I fought the urge of handing the kid some money. Hell, I even fought the urge of dragging the kid into the car, bringing him home, give him a bath and adopt him. He was adorable, but he wasnt my kid.
So i reached back into the backseat and took the plastic bag full of pandesal, opened the window and handed the bag to the kid.
The kid smiled. He didnt know what to do. So i slinged the handles of the plastic bag into his arms and onto his shoulders while he gingerly juggled the baby in his small arms.
With that smile he looked at the baby and he left without saying a word.
I wouldnt say he was an ingrate. He was so young that he probably hasnt learned the words "thank you" or "salamat". And I wasnt actually waiting for one. All i could think of was how can such a young child be thrust into this kind of life?
And they say that Christmas is for the children. And what about the rest of the year?
I was still half asleep in the car as my dad was too excited to have me bathe first before dragging me out of the house. So there I was, dozing on and off in his car while he fondled Mr Johny Walker (the alcohol mind you).
Somewhere between dozes, i saw this half of a boy lugging something in his arms while eyeing the people around him. The child was clothed in a dirty oversized shirt and nothing else. And in his arms was a baby, almost half as big as he was.
I cant believe my eyes. Where were the childrens' parents? How on earth can they have this slip of a boy, really, take care of a baby? How irresponsible can you get?
The older child walked wide eyed, staring into car windows.
When he approached our car, I fought the urge of handing the kid some money. Hell, I even fought the urge of dragging the kid into the car, bringing him home, give him a bath and adopt him. He was adorable, but he wasnt my kid.
So i reached back into the backseat and took the plastic bag full of pandesal, opened the window and handed the bag to the kid.
The kid smiled. He didnt know what to do. So i slinged the handles of the plastic bag into his arms and onto his shoulders while he gingerly juggled the baby in his small arms.
With that smile he looked at the baby and he left without saying a word.
I wouldnt say he was an ingrate. He was so young that he probably hasnt learned the words "thank you" or "salamat". And I wasnt actually waiting for one. All i could think of was how can such a young child be thrust into this kind of life?
And they say that Christmas is for the children. And what about the rest of the year?