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p { margin-bottom: 0.25cm; direction: ltr; line-height: 120%; text-align: left; }Itwas a typical afternoon; the sun peeks through a cluster of clouds,the air is humid, as usual, and as the busy townspeople of Lucbanproceed on their tasks, I noticed a mother and a child staring atrandom by-passers. Of course being the curious child I was, I sparedmy time to observe them. Thechild, covered in old pieces of clothing, pulls his mother’s shirt ashe points to a random by-passer. I noticed the mother’s effort toignore her son even though it’s very obvious that she knew her sonwas pointing out something. I stared at the little boy’s hand for awhile before I finally looked at what he wss pointing at. Hewas pointing at a young couple eating boiled corn that they boughtacross the street. I can never forget the look on his eyes as he putshis hand over his empty stomach while watching the young couple enjoytheir golden goodness.

Then I realized that the mother was notignoring her child because she was annoyed, she was ignoring himbecause she’s hurting. She knows well enough that she failed to giveher son the proper life he deserves, that she cannot serve him foodno matter how hungry they are. She cannot give him proper clothing nomatter how cold it is to sleep outside. She cannot provide himshelter from the harsh rains of Lucban no matter how freezing it mayget.

She cannot give him education he deserves, the only one who cansave his future. In her eyes, I see guilt. Irealized how lucky I was to live my life in comfort. My heart wasmelting more and more as I looked at them longer and longer. I feltsad. I reached for my pocket as I walk towards the vendor across thestreet.

I gave him three gold pieces of coins in exchange for hisgolden cobs. It was a fair trade as it looked so good and smelled sofresh. As tempted as I was to eat it, I approached the two nearby.The child was still pointing out his starvation to his mother. Aftera few steps, I stood in front of them. The child, in the middle ofhis tantrums, stopped.

He looked at me in the eyes for a secondbefore observing and guessing what I was about to do. I reached outthe corn that was on a stick from my hand. “Hereoh.” Thelittle boy hesitated for a while, looked at his mom as if he wasasking if he could take the food, then took it from my hand after hismom nodded.

I watched him take big bites, one by one, for a fewseconds before I met his mother’s eyes. She didn’t say anything, noteven a simple words of gratitude like “salamat” or “thankyou”. She just simply looked at me with a real smile, with realeyes, with real love. Not the love that the media often showcases us,but the highest form of love, the unconditional love – agape, and Iloved it.

Afterthat I proceeded to my tasks on that day. It only happened once, andI never met them again, but if unfortunate people like them needshelp again, I hope there are some people who would give them whatthey need – love.