the innocent one

[rachel ann]

Anywhere we stick our sight, we will see children carrying either plastic glass, tray of candies and cigarettes, quail eggs, crackers or any junk foods, sometimes rags, on special occasions like valentines day; roses and sometimes their own younger siblings or their small hand itself. This is a very typical scenery especially on third countries like Philippines.

Children are supposed to be inside their home; safe, nurtured and loved. They should be waking up in the morning and attending school. They should be with other children playing, laughing, sharing stories and jokes. They should be cuddled by the people they most trust; their family. Every word seems to be very contradicting to what is seen in different places of this country. How come that the most innocent people or creation of our creator are the one who’s suffering in the consequences of greediness?

I would like to identify myself , the writer, as the one who’s really speaking in this article. I am writing this at around 11:23pmof April 6, 2009. I am writing this because i can’t stand the pain inside my heart that is pushing me to cry right at this very moment.

Just an hour ago, after my work- out, i decided to hang- out with my friends in the intersection of our small street and the main street itself. We did our usual stuff; talk and eat. My friend was opening his problem about his family and we were surrounded by pesky children with their dirty clothes and bare feet on the ground, they were playing, singing, laughing; everything sounds like a music to my ear and actually up to now the song they were singing keeps playing inside my head- last song syndrome as how they called it. I can’t even focus to my friend who’s asking for an ear because of the children that makes me relaxed. Afterward, a little boy carrying plastics; number of plastics with quail eggs and crackers, pass by to us and he’s actually looking straight into my eyes. Until now, i can sense the pain and tiredness of that little boy who’s maybe just around 8years old or younger. At that very moment, i want to comfort that boy but i do not know how. I gave him the food i have in my hands but i am not satisfied and i feel very guilty because i don’t have anything to offer rather than that. At first, he was hesitant to take the food but he still took it then walked away. I stopped following his directions by my eyes but he took my heart and mind, that i don’t even know how to take it back. It’s painful, i want to cry but the tears just can’t go out from my eyes and so i told my friends that I’ll be going home.While walking, i saw him again in front of the basketball court watching the children playing.? I don’t even know what’s on his head but I’m pretty sure, he wanted to be part of that fun but he can’t. The plastics of quail eggs and crackers perhaps are stopping him. It was not the first time i had that experience but it was the first time that i became so affected by that experience.

Life is being unfair to them. Why are they being punished in this way? Why are they being punished in the first place? Do this little, innocent angels deserve such treatment? Did they do anything wrong to be treated this way? Were they able to see the gift of God to them? to us?

According to Matthew 19:13; “Let the children come to me and do not prevent them for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Aside from anyone else, the innocent children are the one who deserve to have and experience the beauty of life, but it seems like it has been the other way around. I hope someday,?we can do something about this. I know by God’s will, everything?is possible.

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