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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 12/31/2012
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On that moment, I stopped crying when I heard the familiar music being played by a piano. It sounded like Canon in D major by Johann Pachelbel. I wiped my tears while sitting on the filthy ground together with my sister, Margie.
“Margie, Do you hear that familiar music?” I asked and really forgot that I was crying.
She nodded her head and smiled as she embraced me so tight.
Actually, when we heard that music, we remembered our beloved mother who died when we were young. We don’t really know about our father because we grew up without him and another thing is that our mom never told us about him.
We followed the source of that wonderful music without noticing the vehicles that swiftly run on the road until we reached the gorgeous house in front of the street. We were startled as we glanced over the fence. On the window at the second floor, we saw a lady playing the piano, her eyes closed probably to feel the hymn of every note she was playing.
“She is so stupendous!” my sister said while holding my shoulders. We wanted to enter the house to hear it better, but the gate was very massive and burly just like the cage which our pitiless guardian, Patricia used when she was going to chastise us.
I’m Mac, ten years old and my sister, Margie is twelve. Right after the burial of our mother, Patricia, a distand relative took us since no one would take care of us. From the start, we used to protect each other whenever there was a threat that might have befell us. We were wearing poor clothes and the wounds and bruises on every part of our bodies would make you weep and would not resist giving us help that would come from the bottom of your heart. That was because Patricia wanted us to become more convincing to the people that we needed their subsidy. The reason why was crying a while ago was that we had been burned by her using the flat iron to our arms.
The lady who was playing the piano noticed us. It is not darker on our part because there is a light on a pillar next to us. We are holding the tavern of the gate with our hands. We saw her walking closer to us. The light at the edge of the trees on her way struck her face and so she looked pretty and we would notice that she came from a wealth and decent family. She was wearing expensive clothing that we had never worn nor touched.
“Margie, let’s go! She might call a guard to catch us and bring someone to beat us.” I said to her as I pull her hand away from the gate.
“You’re right”. By that, I was the one she had pulled.
“Wait!” On her yell, we ran so fast and never looked back.
We were about to reach home. While walking, I got my small plastic to count the alms that I had worked for all day. Many of them were five-peso coins and the rest were one-peso until I found out that they all summed up to a hundredth and fifty pesos. Margie congratulated me for being a diligent worker; I always collected more because I didn’t want to experience Patricia’s torture. Margie got seventy pesos only. We were hungry since we didn’t take our lunch break, just a glass of coffee that had little sugar in it. We stopped at a little store.
“Mac, what are you doing?” She asked, the tone in her voice disapproving what I was about to do, but she did nothing aside from accepting the bread that I bought for her. I convinced her that Patricia will not notice that we spent a little amount for the pieces of bread as reward to ourselves.
“Mac, God knows how thankful I am to have a brother like you”. I am not just an ordinary child who is discard wisdom. I always remember and keep it in my heart instead. We are poking at each other and giggling when suddenly Gaspar, a policeman who lived in partnership with Patricia stole the money which we were about to forfeit to her. We told him to give it back, but he didn’t. A lot of begging did not work. He held his gun and pointed it at us.
I was not afraid to kick him on his leg while my tears were dripping on my cheeks. He kicked me back, but Margie thwarted it so he hits on her belly and she fell down on the ground and rolled on her side because of the pain. She was crying also and clasping on the painful part. I guided her to stand up when Gaspar left.
“I’m so sorry, how’s your feeling?” I realized that I shouldn’t do it but she told me she was feeling well.
The problem was not yet over. We were now below the highway where slums were located, a community of informal settlers.
A few more steps took us to our imperfect house. I opened the door and it was dark inside. When we stepped forward, the light turned on suddenly. Patricia was leaning on the wall while holding a belt that will bring pain to us. I felt weakness on my knees, the same way my sister was feeling.
“Why are you late? I told you that you should get home before 6:30 P.M.” her voice was furious.
We looked at the clock that was hanged on the left side of the wall; it was 7:30 P.M. I made some alibi and as expected, she does not believe. She asked for the money, but what were we supposed to do? It was totally lost. The silence was maintained for a few seconds while our hearts were throbbing swiftly. She hit the chair; we were scared as we saw a crack there. We started to cry, Margie told her the truth, that the money was stolen by her husband. “Liar!” she squealed. She added that when there was no money forfeited, we were both to be punished. I was looking at my sister, getting her folded twenty pesos on her old short. She gave it to her.
“Are you kidding? It’s just twenty pesos.”
I told her that whatever she did to us, we didn’t have money to surrender, so she hit me on my neck twice or thrice in different parts of my body including my head which began to bleed mildly. Margie shouted, “Enough! We are exerting too much effort to serve you; we are also human beings who feel exhaustion and pain. We’re just children, why don’t you try to work harder than what we are doing?” Patricia got her motivation to pull Margie’s hair and gave her rigid spanks on her left and right cheeks followed by her mouth. She did nothing but to wail.
After that suffering, tears did not stop flowing from our eyes even when our wailing was over.
“Remember this; next time you do it again, your punishment will be harder than what you’ve got tonight. You both will sleep on the floor and you’re not taking your supper”. Then she went to her room. We lied on the floor closer to the door. Luckily, we had the doormat which served as our pillow. We were not feeling hungry because of the bread that we had eaten earlier, so it was alright when we didn’t have supper which would have just been left-overs we would share with our dog. We were crying again because we missed the care of our dearest mom to us, humming the sound of Canon in D major while tapping our thigh then we will close our eyes together. Unfortunately, she died to stab wounds made by a robber when she tried to fight him from getting her salary. We witnessed how she died and told us that we should always take care ourselves, be courageous enough and find the real happiness in our lives.
We woke up earlier to clean the house. Patricia had daughter named Portia, she was also ten and harsh minded yet always failed on her major subjects. I wished we could study to learn more, the teachings of our mother were not sufficient now that she couldn’t do that anymore. We are able to read and write that’s why no one can fool us easily.
Anyway, her attitude was very different from ours, even though we didn’t have money, we had good manners that our mother taught us. They were presently eating their breakfast, the smell of fried rice and tuyo making our stomachs hurt. We would sweep the floor and pause for a while to look at them.
“What are you looking at?” Patricia asked as she glares at us.
We went on to do what we were doing. When they were done; she was to conduce her daughter to school. Before they wet, she asked us to take our breakfast. We were glad because we could take it on the table. We saw two morsels of fried rice and half parts of tuyo. We just divided it into two but my sister was to give it all to me. I disagreed with her; we were both hungry so it was proper that we eat together and we never complained whether it was enough or not. Our mom told us that we should be contented with what we have and never count on things we didn’t have.
After Margie washed the plates, Patricia came back and as usual, she pulled us away to work at the wide street where people walked back and forth to accomplish their tasks and we would hear the deafening noises of vehicles as they moved on along the roads and highways. We didn’t notice the heat of the sun that burned our skin as we asked for alms. Sweat and blood were our assets to do this laborious job. We are sitting together having our grimy plastic cups as containers for the coins. Two children holding their mother looked happy as they passed us. How envious it was, how I wished she was here. I heard Margie’s cry, wiping her tears with her hands. I tap her back saying, “Don’t cry, our mom doesn’t want to see us crying”. I give her a smile and we embraced each other. It is late in the afternoon. Thunder in the cloud warns that it will rain. We had not stopped our job since the drizzle started a while ago. We were convincing people to give us any amount of coins as we shook the plastic cups that had pieces of twenty five cents.
Two hours later, the heavy rain fell. The day seemed not fortunate because our collection was not higher than what we had the previous day. We were skulking on the waiting shed, no one was in sight. We decided to go home having a burden for a sure punishment because of the little amount. While walking on that street, we saw again the gorgeous house and our hopeless faces changed into happy ones as we held the bar of the gate as if in a prison when we heard that music. We couldn’t hear it clearly because of the rain. We saw her looking at us, signing “wait” with her right hand, she left her room and came to us. She had an umbrella and hurriedly came to us.
“Hey, come inside”. She said. She shared her umbrella. “Hurry up, you might get sick” she added. We were holding her shirt as we looking up on her while walking. We entered the house that we had once dreamed about. Our emotions were filled with joy, who would have ever thought that beggars like us would step there.
She got a towel and clothes for us, we were on the dining area where the delectable foods that we had never been able to taste were prepared. We were so hungry, but it was not our habit to get something that did not belong to us. The lady who had played that song sat in front of us. She asked us our names, we told her. She told us her name, Windy, the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Escriva. We were glad to meet her, based on what she did for us; we saw her kindness as what our mom showed. She asked us to eat, so we grabbed a lot of foods in a nice manner.
When we asked where her parents were, she told us that they were not yet coming from their work.
She noticed the wounds, bruises and all signs of abuse on us. We started to cry while telling everything and we were upset to see her crying. When we asked her why, she told us that a children like us should not experience this kind of brutality and be treated like animals. She was very kind to us even though others treated us like a vagabonds. Our feelings toward her grew. She brought us to her room, so very fine and stunning room; we saw her shiny varnished piano. She wiped her tears before making the sounds that our favorite. “Canon in D major by Pachelbel”
When she asked us why we like that music, we answered her that it was our mother’s favorite. She played it using her graceful fingers. After playing it, we gave her a warm of applause. We decided to go home because our guardian would be waiting. At first, she is disagreed and told us that we can live on her house, we appreciated it but we needed to go home or else, our punishment was going to be severely brutal especially that we had collected just but a few amount of money. Suddenly, she got her wallet and gave us a one hundred peso bill. We can’t accept it because of the too much help she had given but she is forcing us saying she might be angry at us and so we accepted it. We knelt and bowed our head up to the floor to show our appreciation to her aid. At that time, the rain had stopped and so we moved on. My sister told me that Patricia will be happy because we had enough money to give her.
She was right, we breathed with ease. Margie was washing the plates used by Patricia and her daughter during their lunch. I presented to cook rice, I’m confident that it would cook well. Portia is so ridiculous for being a boss inside our house, she always commanded us and if we were not following her orders, she would tell it to her mother. After getting her water, I glanced on her assignments for mathematics. She couldn’t answer the addition and subtraction,
“You want me to teach you how?” I offered but she refused saying, “What do you know about this? You’re not studying!” then she throws the water on my face. She left us and went to the kitchen.
Margie came to me. “Are you okay?” She asked and gave me a dry towel to wipe my wet face up to my chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll overcome her treatment.” I smiled at her, showing myself to be well.
Patricia arrived with Gaspar, the man that I hated most. He once beat us. He is now carrying a fried chicken.
It was quarter to seven p.m. Patricia went to the kitchen and suddenly scream, “Who is cooking the rice?!” my forehead is frowning, and assessed myself why she is asking it. I went there and told her that I was the one.
“Stupid! You know how expensive every kilograms of it?!” she said, I saw Portia beaming at me, I’m sure she did something wrong to lead me on this kind of scenario. “Portia, I think manipulated it a while ago, I really was sure of its measurements.”I tried to defend myself.
Portia also kept on protecting herself, “Mom, he is blaming me for his own fault”.
Patricia gets a bunch of uncooked rice and forces them all to my mouth. Margie, who is there tried to stop her but she did it also to her. The house witnessed every suffering we had, when we were there, we always sobbed.
Anyway, they decided to eat fast food. Again, we did nothing but to eat it. Patricia put the fried chicken on the cabinet and locked it. We couldn’t fix such things we didn’t own. We just got the rice and were thankful that there was salt and water. “It’s not bad, right?” my sister said, trying to make everything okay.
I nodded my head and before taking it, we prayed.
One morning, Patricia was trying to wake us up using her foot as she kicked us.
“Get out on this house!”
She wanted us to leave the house for unknown reasons.
“Margie, wake up!” I touched her hot forehead as she was copiously sweating. She had a fever. I told it to Patricia but she didn’t show any mercy on us. She drove us away saying that we were a burden on her life. She was so unfair, we worked really hard for her, but then she didn’t do anything to us in return.
We were walking away from the house while guiding my ailing sister having a blanket covered her body. She was chilling; I knew where we are going.
“Windy! Windy! Where are you?” I yelled but no one answered. “Windy!” I was glancing at her room where she used to play that lovely instrument, but she was not there. And the house looked abandoned. I looked back at my sister, and I saw her suffering. “Windy, why do you neglect us now that I need your help?” I added.
I think that’s too much painful than Patricia’s punishment, to be abandoned by someone you’ve trusted much. We left the house and went somewhere else to ask for help. We arrived at a church. We entered; no one was there, then I realized that maybe people had no problems like what we had and decided to ask God for help. I sat on the middle of the church while my sister was lying there. I knelt and closed my eyes. “God, you’re the one who can help us at this moment of our hardship. Please, I’m begging you; we need not coins but your love and guidance, I trust you”.
Then suddenly, that music played. I was wondering where it came from, no one is playing in front of us. My sister now felt better, I was surprised as I embraced her. We listened to the rhythm of our favorite music. I was just happy at that moment as I realized that “God never failed”.
We said nothing aside from “Thank you, God”.
When we left the church, we saw Windy crying as she came closer to embrace us tightly as if she had missed us so much.
“Windy” I said, but forgot the words that I’d verbalized as I was carried by my emotions. She explained that she had been looking for us, and that she had finally found us. She told us that we could live on their house after agreeing with her parents. They treated us as their real family. This was what my mother had told us before she died, that she wanted us to find real happiness in our lives and at last, we had found it. And were glad we made her wishes come true.
Just a Shelter(profnam)
On that moment, I stopped crying when I heard the familiar music being played by a piano. It sounded like Canon in D major by Johann Pachelbel. I wiped my tears while sitting on the filthy ground together with my sister, Margie.
“Margie, Do you hear that familiar music?” I asked and really forgot that I was crying.
She nodded her head and smiled as she embraced me so tight.
Actually, when we heard that music, we remembered our beloved mother who died when we were young. We don’t really know about our father because we grew up without him and another thing is that our mom never told us about him.
We followed the source of that wonderful music without noticing the vehicles that swiftly run on the road until we reached the gorgeous house in front of the street. We were startled as we glanced over the fence. On the window at the second floor, we saw a lady playing the piano, her eyes closed probably to feel the hymn of every note she was playing.
“She is so stupendous!” my sister said while holding my shoulders. We wanted to enter the house to hear it better, but the gate was very massive and burly just like the cage which our pitiless guardian, Patricia used when she was going to chastise us.
I’m Mac, ten years old and my sister, Margie is twelve. Right after the burial of our mother, Patricia, a distand relative took us since no one would take care of us. From the start, we used to protect each other whenever there was a threat that might have befell us. We were wearing poor clothes and the wounds and bruises on every part of our bodies would make you weep and would not resist giving us help that would come from the bottom of your heart. That was because Patricia wanted us to become more convincing to the people that we needed their subsidy. The reason why was crying a while ago was that we had been burned by her using the flat iron to our arms.
The lady who was playing the piano noticed us. It is not darker on our part because there is a light on a pillar next to us. We are holding the tavern of the gate with our hands. We saw her walking closer to us. The light at the edge of the trees on her way struck her face and so she looked pretty and we would notice that she came from a wealth and decent family. She was wearing expensive clothing that we had never worn nor touched.
“Margie, let’s go! She might call a guard to catch us and bring someone to beat us.” I said to her as I pull her hand away from the gate.
“You’re right”. By that, I was the one she had pulled.
“Wait!” On her yell, we ran so fast and never looked back.
We were about to reach home. While walking, I got my small plastic to count the alms that I had worked for all day. Many of them were five-peso coins and the rest were one-peso until I found out that they all summed up to a hundredth and fifty pesos. Margie congratulated me for being a diligent worker; I always collected more because I didn’t want to experience Patricia’s torture. Margie got seventy pesos only. We were hungry since we didn’t take our lunch break, just a glass of coffee that had little sugar in it. We stopped at a little store.
“Mac, what are you doing?” She asked, the tone in her voice disapproving what I was about to do, but she did nothing aside from accepting the bread that I bought for her. I convinced her that Patricia will not notice that we spent a little amount for the pieces of bread as reward to ourselves.
“Mac, God knows how thankful I am to have a brother like you”. I am not just an ordinary child who is discard wisdom. I always remember and keep it in my heart instead. We are poking at each other and giggling when suddenly Gaspar, a policeman who lived in partnership with Patricia stole the money which we were about to forfeit to her. We told him to give it back, but he didn’t. A lot of begging did not work. He held his gun and pointed it at us.
I was not afraid to kick him on his leg while my tears were dripping on my cheeks. He kicked me back, but Margie thwarted it so he hits on her belly and she fell down on the ground and rolled on her side because of the pain. She was crying also and clasping on the painful part. I guided her to stand up when Gaspar left.
“I’m so sorry, how’s your feeling?” I realized that I shouldn’t do it but she told me she was feeling well.
The problem was not yet over. We were now below the highway where slums were located, a community of informal settlers.
A few more steps took us to our imperfect house. I opened the door and it was dark inside. When we stepped forward, the light turned on suddenly. Patricia was leaning on the wall while holding a belt that will bring pain to us. I felt weakness on my knees, the same way my sister was feeling.
“Why are you late? I told you that you should get home before 6:30 P.M.” her voice was furious.
We looked at the clock that was hanged on the left side of the wall; it was 7:30 P.M. I made some alibi and as expected, she does not believe. She asked for the money, but what were we supposed to do? It was totally lost. The silence was maintained for a few seconds while our hearts were throbbing swiftly. She hit the chair; we were scared as we saw a crack there. We started to cry, Margie told her the truth, that the money was stolen by her husband. “Liar!” she squealed. She added that when there was no money forfeited, we were both to be punished. I was looking at my sister, getting her folded twenty pesos on her old short. She gave it to her.
“Are you kidding? It’s just twenty pesos.”
I told her that whatever she did to us, we didn’t have money to surrender, so she hit me on my neck twice or thrice in different parts of my body including my head which began to bleed mildly. Margie shouted, “Enough! We are exerting too much effort to serve you; we are also human beings who feel exhaustion and pain. We’re just children, why don’t you try to work harder than what we are doing?” Patricia got her motivation to pull Margie’s hair and gave her rigid spanks on her left and right cheeks followed by her mouth. She did nothing but to wail.
After that suffering, tears did not stop flowing from our eyes even when our wailing was over.
“Remember this; next time you do it again, your punishment will be harder than what you’ve got tonight. You both will sleep on the floor and you’re not taking your supper”. Then she went to her room. We lied on the floor closer to the door. Luckily, we had the doormat which served as our pillow. We were not feeling hungry because of the bread that we had eaten earlier, so it was alright when we didn’t have supper which would have just been left-overs we would share with our dog. We were crying again because we missed the care of our dearest mom to us, humming the sound of Canon in D major while tapping our thigh then we will close our eyes together. Unfortunately, she died to stab wounds made by a robber when she tried to fight him from getting her salary. We witnessed how she died and told us that we should always take care ourselves, be courageous enough and find the real happiness in our lives.
We woke up earlier to clean the house. Patricia had daughter named Portia, she was also ten and harsh minded yet always failed on her major subjects. I wished we could study to learn more, the teachings of our mother were not sufficient now that she couldn’t do that anymore. We are able to read and write that’s why no one can fool us easily.
Anyway, her attitude was very different from ours, even though we didn’t have money, we had good manners that our mother taught us. They were presently eating their breakfast, the smell of fried rice and tuyo making our stomachs hurt. We would sweep the floor and pause for a while to look at them.
“What are you looking at?” Patricia asked as she glares at us.
We went on to do what we were doing. When they were done; she was to conduce her daughter to school. Before they wet, she asked us to take our breakfast. We were glad because we could take it on the table. We saw two morsels of fried rice and half parts of tuyo. We just divided it into two but my sister was to give it all to me. I disagreed with her; we were both hungry so it was proper that we eat together and we never complained whether it was enough or not. Our mom told us that we should be contented with what we have and never count on things we didn’t have.
After Margie washed the plates, Patricia came back and as usual, she pulled us away to work at the wide street where people walked back and forth to accomplish their tasks and we would hear the deafening noises of vehicles as they moved on along the roads and highways. We didn’t notice the heat of the sun that burned our skin as we asked for alms. Sweat and blood were our assets to do this laborious job. We are sitting together having our grimy plastic cups as containers for the coins. Two children holding their mother looked happy as they passed us. How envious it was, how I wished she was here. I heard Margie’s cry, wiping her tears with her hands. I tap her back saying, “Don’t cry, our mom doesn’t want to see us crying”. I give her a smile and we embraced each other. It is late in the afternoon. Thunder in the cloud warns that it will rain. We had not stopped our job since the drizzle started a while ago. We were convincing people to give us any amount of coins as we shook the plastic cups that had pieces of twenty five cents.
Two hours later, the heavy rain fell. The day seemed not fortunate because our collection was not higher than what we had the previous day. We were skulking on the waiting shed, no one was in sight. We decided to go home having a burden for a sure punishment because of the little amount. While walking on that street, we saw again the gorgeous house and our hopeless faces changed into happy ones as we held the bar of the gate as if in a prison when we heard that music. We couldn’t hear it clearly because of the rain. We saw her looking at us, signing “wait” with her right hand, she left her room and came to us. She had an umbrella and hurriedly came to us.
“Hey, come inside”. She said. She shared her umbrella. “Hurry up, you might get sick” she added. We were holding her shirt as we looking up on her while walking. We entered the house that we had once dreamed about. Our emotions were filled with joy, who would have ever thought that beggars like us would step there.
She got a towel and clothes for us, we were on the dining area where the delectable foods that we had never been able to taste were prepared. We were so hungry, but it was not our habit to get something that did not belong to us. The lady who had played that song sat in front of us. She asked us our names, we told her. She told us her name, Windy, the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Escriva. We were glad to meet her, based on what she did for us; we saw her kindness as what our mom showed. She asked us to eat, so we grabbed a lot of foods in a nice manner.
When we asked where her parents were, she told us that they were not yet coming from their work.
She noticed the wounds, bruises and all signs of abuse on us. We started to cry while telling everything and we were upset to see her crying. When we asked her why, she told us that a children like us should not experience this kind of brutality and be treated like animals. She was very kind to us even though others treated us like a vagabonds. Our feelings toward her grew. She brought us to her room, so very fine and stunning room; we saw her shiny varnished piano. She wiped her tears before making the sounds that our favorite. “Canon in D major by Pachelbel”
When she asked us why we like that music, we answered her that it was our mother’s favorite. She played it using her graceful fingers. After playing it, we gave her a warm of applause. We decided to go home because our guardian would be waiting. At first, she is disagreed and told us that we can live on her house, we appreciated it but we needed to go home or else, our punishment was going to be severely brutal especially that we had collected just but a few amount of money. Suddenly, she got her wallet and gave us a one hundred peso bill. We can’t accept it because of the too much help she had given but she is forcing us saying she might be angry at us and so we accepted it. We knelt and bowed our head up to the floor to show our appreciation to her aid. At that time, the rain had stopped and so we moved on. My sister told me that Patricia will be happy because we had enough money to give her.
She was right, we breathed with ease. Margie was washing the plates used by Patricia and her daughter during their lunch. I presented to cook rice, I’m confident that it would cook well. Portia is so ridiculous for being a boss inside our house, she always commanded us and if we were not following her orders, she would tell it to her mother. After getting her water, I glanced on her assignments for mathematics. She couldn’t answer the addition and subtraction,
“You want me to teach you how?” I offered but she refused saying, “What do you know about this? You’re not studying!” then she throws the water on my face. She left us and went to the kitchen.
Margie came to me. “Are you okay?” She asked and gave me a dry towel to wipe my wet face up to my chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll overcome her treatment.” I smiled at her, showing myself to be well.
Patricia arrived with Gaspar, the man that I hated most. He once beat us. He is now carrying a fried chicken.
It was quarter to seven p.m. Patricia went to the kitchen and suddenly scream, “Who is cooking the rice?!” my forehead is frowning, and assessed myself why she is asking it. I went there and told her that I was the one.
“Stupid! You know how expensive every kilograms of it?!” she said, I saw Portia beaming at me, I’m sure she did something wrong to lead me on this kind of scenario. “Portia, I think manipulated it a while ago, I really was sure of its measurements.”I tried to defend myself.
Portia also kept on protecting herself, “Mom, he is blaming me for his own fault”.
Patricia gets a bunch of uncooked rice and forces them all to my mouth. Margie, who is there tried to stop her but she did it also to her. The house witnessed every suffering we had, when we were there, we always sobbed.
Anyway, they decided to eat fast food. Again, we did nothing but to eat it. Patricia put the fried chicken on the cabinet and locked it. We couldn’t fix such things we didn’t own. We just got the rice and were thankful that there was salt and water. “It’s not bad, right?” my sister said, trying to make everything okay.
I nodded my head and before taking it, we prayed.
One morning, Patricia was trying to wake us up using her foot as she kicked us.
“Get out on this house!”
She wanted us to leave the house for unknown reasons.
“Margie, wake up!” I touched her hot forehead as she was copiously sweating. She had a fever. I told it to Patricia but she didn’t show any mercy on us. She drove us away saying that we were a burden on her life. She was so unfair, we worked really hard for her, but then she didn’t do anything to us in return.
We were walking away from the house while guiding my ailing sister having a blanket covered her body. She was chilling; I knew where we are going.
“Windy! Windy! Where are you?” I yelled but no one answered. “Windy!” I was glancing at her room where she used to play that lovely instrument, but she was not there. And the house looked abandoned. I looked back at my sister, and I saw her suffering. “Windy, why do you neglect us now that I need your help?” I added.
I think that’s too much painful than Patricia’s punishment, to be abandoned by someone you’ve trusted much. We left the house and went somewhere else to ask for help. We arrived at a church. We entered; no one was there, then I realized that maybe people had no problems like what we had and decided to ask God for help. I sat on the middle of the church while my sister was lying there. I knelt and closed my eyes. “God, you’re the one who can help us at this moment of our hardship. Please, I’m begging you; we need not coins but your love and guidance, I trust you”.
Then suddenly, that music played. I was wondering where it came from, no one is playing in front of us. My sister now felt better, I was surprised as I embraced her. We listened to the rhythm of our favorite music. I was just happy at that moment as I realized that “God never failed”.
We said nothing aside from “Thank you, God”.
When we left the church, we saw Windy crying as she came closer to embrace us tightly as if she had missed us so much.
“Windy” I said, but forgot the words that I’d verbalized as I was carried by my emotions. She explained that she had been looking for us, and that she had finally found us. She told us that we could live on their house after agreeing with her parents. They treated us as their real family. This was what my mother had told us before she died, that she wanted us to find real happiness in our lives and at last, we had found it. And were glad we made her wishes come true.
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