Words Fall Through Me

“Aral o uwi?” Our law prof asked. Duh, you know the answer to that.

After the class was dismissed, I went to mcdo to meet my friend, Trixia. She ordered a lot from me for my marketing salesmanship class. I, being there at mcdo, was quite obligated to buy some utterly piegasmic apple pie. I bought two: one for the ride home and one for my dinner dessert.

I walked til the north gate of la salle and waited for a bus. It’s been 20 mins, and there are none. I decided to walk a bit more near Castro where busses usually u-turn. While I was waiting near castro, I noticed a wooden cart behind me. I’ve seen it before. The guy, probably 25 years old, is sitting near the light post, guarding his kart. I examined it and saw some stuff he owns. I do think we consider it as a trash. But it’s everything for him. Then I saw a puppy on top of the kart. He’s soo small and the guy even clothed him. The puppy is just staring at the guy, probably waiting for food.

I stood there, thinking how this small puppy can take the stress away from the guy. I admire the guy for caring for the puppy, though he has nothing to feed it. I stood there, and the bus was coming near. I thought about a lot of stuff. I decided to take one pie out and give it to him. He just stared at it at first. “Ay sir, salamat” I didn’t even had the chance to say “hati kayo ah” ‘cause the bus is now in front of me.

I hopped in and looked at the guy. He did, shockingly, shared some to his puppy. Why can’t we all be as caring as him? Despite the poverty and all, he found refuge with a little pup. I wonder what happened to the old lady I usually give apple pies to. She’s gone since second term last year.

It’s unfair how some pure at heart suffers too much.