Heart talks

in the heart of a street child

January 9, 2010

1:30 AM, more than an hour past midnight. Children should be snoring by this time.  Dapat namamaluktot  pa sila sa kanilang higaan, specially at this season where one can still feel the cold breeze of the post Christmas wind.  But this small child is still tapping window shield. Knock. Knock. There go her tiny fingers, pushing itself to make a sound for the driver of the car to hear her begging heart. But the driver just can’t hear her. The wheel of the car continuous to glide as it finds its way towards the exit, probably tired after the long wait from that jam – packed parking lot of Star City. And as the wheel move smoothly, so is her tiny steps become quicker and closer to each other, trying to catch the speed of the turning wheel. Knock. Knock. “Pahingi po ng pagkain.” as her voice competes with the sound of the radio being played inside the car. Knock. Knock. Until the driver turns to her side, makes a small opening at the window and a plastic pouch was handed to the small child. “Salamat po!” a quick heartily reply as she runs towards the dark corner of the street under the small tree where the color of the leaves had become night like. As she opens the plastic pouch, and pulls out what’s inside. Her hands became full of the tiny bits of hotdogs, most probably Purefoods hotdogs, as it was all over Star City and some French fries crumbs and bits of Popperoo Popcorn. She hastily put it all inside her mouth, munched it until a smile of fulfillment was all over face.

 

And yes, this, this is the heart of a street child. Where happiness can easily be found. Where contentment simply abound. A heart seldom found in others. A heart genuinely owned only by a street child.

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