Kinse Anyos
I expected the day to be very busy. I was so excited for I know that I will be productive in the sense that I’ll be able to send my nephew back to school after acquiring and surrendering all the requirements asked. I never thought it would be a long and not so ordinary day.
Going out of Guiguinto Vocational High school with smile on our faces for having mission one accomplished, my nephew told me that he couldn’t stand his hunger anymore. And so, we went to ‘Lola’s Place’. It is where he usually ate when he was still studying there (for he dropped out last school year). I don’t know if this is coincidence that led us to where a known foe, together with his gang is. He wasn’t actually my nephew’s mortal enemy, but my niece’s (long story).
Anyway, he ate there. While eating, those kids were shouting “ O suntukan na lang!!!” “Uy mataba!” (pertaining to me). I guess they thought I was my nephew’s girlfriend. I looked straight to the eye of this kid and he looked back with the same intensity. Then we let it pass.
We walked away and saw this kid, with a buddy, walking after us. We walked. I stopped and asked my nephew to go ahead. I was looking at them, trying to stop them with my eyes. Then they slowed down a little. When they slowed down, I walked back to my nephew. I was still looking at them in my peripheral view. With just one second, I glanced somewhere. And in that blink of an eye, my nephew was hit on his head. I ran after them (the reason why the other one wasn’t able to hit him) and shouted words I never knew I could say in public. I became very scandalous and telling him I’ll meet you in the barangay and that you’re too coward to run.
I was too hyped. My blood rushed to my head. My muscles were shivering, my hands were shaking. I was too angry and I feel such a loser that time. I want to hit them back! That’s all I want to do! I want to grab them. Put their faces on the ground and lead them to the police station. Unfortunately, they were ready to hit and run. Dang!
And then things followed. We went to his school, told the principal that we don’t want to see him marching in his graduation. Then we tried to go the Children and Women’s Desk to file a complaint. Unfortunately, they said that the municipal hall has no the Children and Women’s Desk (but later on found out that they have). There, we found out that this boy was from a known clan and has strong linkage to people with power. Then I said we don’t care.
It was lunch time already; all the offices are out for their lunch so we went home. We discussed things out before we proceed to the respective barangays. We met the child’s parent… and everything else follows… All the negations, all the pleading, all the name droppings and everything that happens in situations like that happened.
Now, I’m lying in my bed. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. The scenes from today keep running in my head. What if I stood there then wait until they reach me? Face them until they do it? What if I asked my nephew to step aside then let them pass first? What if I was able to stop them from doing that? Things would have changed.
I never thought these things could possibly happen in the circle of my family. I had trainings and exposure in Juvenile Delinquents’ Home and my heart goes out to those JICLs (juvenile in conflict with the law) there. Now, I hate a kid. And I want to do anything for him to pay for what he did and to teach him a lesson that could change his life forever. What makes me angrier is the thought that we know for a fact that his father together with their clan actually tolerate, condone and fix things up for this conceited kid.
I never thought this feeling could really come out.
I never thought I would have it in me to run after people a lot taller and bigger than I am due to extreme rage.
In situations like that, it’s difficult to keep your cool and think of wiser moves.
I failed and still failing to call it a day.
Going out of Guiguinto Vocational High school with smile on our faces for having mission one accomplished, my nephew told me that he couldn’t stand his hunger anymore. And so, we went to ‘Lola’s Place’. It is where he usually ate when he was still studying there (for he dropped out last school year). I don’t know if this is coincidence that led us to where a known foe, together with his gang is. He wasn’t actually my nephew’s mortal enemy, but my niece’s (long story).
Anyway, he ate there. While eating, those kids were shouting “ O suntukan na lang!!!” “Uy mataba!” (pertaining to me). I guess they thought I was my nephew’s girlfriend. I looked straight to the eye of this kid and he looked back with the same intensity. Then we let it pass.
We walked away and saw this kid, with a buddy, walking after us. We walked. I stopped and asked my nephew to go ahead. I was looking at them, trying to stop them with my eyes. Then they slowed down a little. When they slowed down, I walked back to my nephew. I was still looking at them in my peripheral view. With just one second, I glanced somewhere. And in that blink of an eye, my nephew was hit on his head. I ran after them (the reason why the other one wasn’t able to hit him) and shouted words I never knew I could say in public. I became very scandalous and telling him I’ll meet you in the barangay and that you’re too coward to run.
I was too hyped. My blood rushed to my head. My muscles were shivering, my hands were shaking. I was too angry and I feel such a loser that time. I want to hit them back! That’s all I want to do! I want to grab them. Put their faces on the ground and lead them to the police station. Unfortunately, they were ready to hit and run. Dang!
And then things followed. We went to his school, told the principal that we don’t want to see him marching in his graduation. Then we tried to go the Children and Women’s Desk to file a complaint. Unfortunately, they said that the municipal hall has no the Children and Women’s Desk (but later on found out that they have). There, we found out that this boy was from a known clan and has strong linkage to people with power. Then I said we don’t care.
It was lunch time already; all the offices are out for their lunch so we went home. We discussed things out before we proceed to the respective barangays. We met the child’s parent… and everything else follows… All the negations, all the pleading, all the name droppings and everything that happens in situations like that happened.
Now, I’m lying in my bed. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. The scenes from today keep running in my head. What if I stood there then wait until they reach me? Face them until they do it? What if I asked my nephew to step aside then let them pass first? What if I was able to stop them from doing that? Things would have changed.
I never thought these things could possibly happen in the circle of my family. I had trainings and exposure in Juvenile Delinquents’ Home and my heart goes out to those JICLs (juvenile in conflict with the law) there. Now, I hate a kid. And I want to do anything for him to pay for what he did and to teach him a lesson that could change his life forever. What makes me angrier is the thought that we know for a fact that his father together with their clan actually tolerate, condone and fix things up for this conceited kid.
I never thought this feeling could really come out.
I never thought I would have it in me to run after people a lot taller and bigger than I am due to extreme rage.
In situations like that, it’s difficult to keep your cool and think of wiser moves.
I failed and still failing to call it a day.
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