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A Glass of old Water "Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet.

"Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.

Everybody calls me young, beautiful,

wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my Where is she? I look for her in the
lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of sala, but she’s not there. Where is
blinkering eyes. she? A-huh! In the kitchen!

I remember, somebody says that I I saw my mama, lying down on the

look like my mother. But that when floor, dead. With a glass on her hand.
she was young. I remember, she tried to get it.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. Oh, God, just for the glass of cold
I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!
is it? I must get ready for the party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are!

Yes, I’m coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That’s my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you

please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"

"Please child, try to get me a glass of

cold water."

"Mama, please, try to get it on your


"Please child, try to get me a glass of

cold water!"

At the party, I danced and danced the

whole night.

You see, I can’t leave the party at once.

I have to danced with everybody who
proposed to me. At last, the party is
over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.

So, I went home to tell mama what

I KILLED HER "But, mother, I promise to give life
and not to end it."
I killed her because I do love her.
These hands, these hands that give life God…. She did not deserve the
to many, killed her because of my love unhappiness. She deserves to be
to her. happy.
I run to my room and came back with
Ladies and Gentlemen of this a syringe.
honorable court, please listen to me,
listen to my story before you give my "Mother, forgive me…. God, please
verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer understand me…."
specialist. I was born in a slum district
of Batalon. My father oh! I don't know "Mother, mother, you must not die…..
him for I am a child of faith. My Don't leave, I love you. It was only a
mother brought me up in such distilled water…..Mother……
determination and my ambition was Mother……. MOTHER……"
to escape the filthy and horrible place
of Batalon. I was nourished with hope
that someday I might live a life Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me
different from her. My mother had a your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled
burning faith that she turned the water which ended the sufferings of
nights into days. All her efforts were my mother.
not in vain for I pushed through with
flying colors. My mother who had Judge me….. Punish me………
given her whole life to me had tears in
her eyes as she pinned the gold medal GO, punish me………….. Thy will be
on my proud breast. done!!!

Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the

Philippines to the United States of
America. I embraced my mother…
tightly as I've reached the
plane….."Mother, mother,.." I
whispered. You will always be my best
mother in the world.

After four years, I came back with

laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I
gave my mother everything but I was
too late. I who had used to ease the
pain of many, came too late to the life
of my dying mother. I gave the best
treatment but the grasp of death was
so tight around her. My God, what is
the use of ten years of study if I
couldn't even use it at my mother's

Then one night, I heard a strange cry.

I run to her room. "Do you love me,
child?"… she asked, as I embrace her.
" Yes, mother….. If only I could get all
your pain and agonies…"

" Then….. if you love me, end my

sufferings, kill me… Let me die."
and crooks! Now you call me names,
accused me, punish me for everything
I do, you do it yourselves. Tell me how
good you are.

Every pain and sorrow that I suffer is

BAD GIRL a burden in your mind. Every ugly
name that you call me is a curse
against yourself. Now, you wish to
ensure my future and give me more of
Hey! Everybody seems to be looking at your time and attention and protect
me. How dare you stare at me! Why? me from every evil influence that
Just because I am a bad girl? A good protects my very own existence. Then,
for nothing girl, a problem child? if you really wish to ensure my future,
That’s what you call me? hurry, hurry, back here where I shall
wait for you; because I need you. Then
I say bad words. I lie. I cheat. I steal if I am really bad, please you’ve got to
and I can even kill if I have to, because help me.
I am a bad girl. But, where are my
parents? You are my parents; my good
elder brother and sister in this society
where I live. Look what you have done
to me. You pampered and spoiled me;
neglected. You entrust yaya whose
intelligence is lower than mine, while
you go about your dinner and
gambling sessions. Then, you drifted
away from me - longing for a father’s
love and yearning for a mother’s care.

And I have no one to turn to. I sought

the company of my own kind - the
company of other children who have
been left by their own devices. We
organize things, notorious things.
Just so you would notice us. Just
because you have been bad

Perhaps, I am the most

misunderstood, the most notorious
member of this society where I live;
but the circumstances then I found,
are not my own making. It was you
who made this society where I live and
the family that I grew.

Once upon a time, I was a tiny, whinny

kid and itchy, bitchy, bouncing girl
whom you fonded with loving care,
but as I grew up, everything changed.
You began to spend more of your time
in parties, pokers and mad table.
Thus, you drifted away from me. You
even landed on the headlines of the
newspapers and peddlers racketeers
to play the guitar.

Ooops I slip!

Ok fine. I went to church three times

straight without absent b-because of
Cris. He’s cute, he’s talented. And I’m
still there for the Lord.
Taken For Granted
Liar? I’m not a liar. I am still a
Christian. It so happen that I don’t
“Christians? Christians?” have any projects that Sunday.
Ahhh! Fake?! I’m not a fake Christian;
Have you heard that call? They’re at least I go to church.
looking for me. That’s definitely me. Don’t shout! Ahhh! I said I’m not a
You’re in doubt and Why? You want fake Christian, I-I-I pray… every other
me to give you proofs? Oh! That’s very day. At least I pray.
No! I said I am a true Christian I read
Who told you to doubt that I am a the Bible. I open it… Every time the
Christian? Pastor is telling me to do so.

I am a Christian! How? Ok stop. Why do we need to argue? I

guess I really don’t know what
I went to church. I pray. I have my Christianity is?
religion. I read the Bible. I love kids
and I am giving them what they want. Ok! I go to church not because of
I sing gospel songs. Now you’re telling Christ but because of Chris! I’m
me that you are in doubt? sleeping every time there is a sermon
because I only love the music. I don’t
How dare you to question me? read my Bible because I guess that’s
boring. I sing… “Jesus, I surrender I
Can’t you see? Or Are you blind? I am draw nearer, I fall down” but the truth
the true definition of a Christian. I’m not sincere with that. But I guess
You’re so pathetic; you don’t have the my works will be credited in his name.
right to question me that way. I share my blessings to the poor, i give
gifts every Sunday and I have a
What?! You want to ask me more?!… religion I guess that works…I don’t
I’ll think about it for a second. know.
Hmhm… Ok! I’m sure I’ll be able to Right, Ephesians 2: 8-9 was right. It is
answer all your questions fluently. not by works that I will be saved
Go… Ask me…. because Jesus is the only way. And I
am so wrong I don’t even mind his
You’re asking me if I go to church sacrifices on the cross. I am supposed
every Sunday?! I told you… I GO TO to be there because those are my sins.
CHURCH… ahmm b-bu-but not every I forgot my purpose here on earth;
Sunday. Every other Sunday I guess you know what, he’s been good to me.
that’s fine with the Lord. But I always take him for granted. I’m
doing things not for his glory but for
Why?! I-I-I have a project every other my own. I should live for him because
Sunday. Yes r-r-right, I have a project. he died for me. I’m so ashamed now.
The Lord understands that. But Lord you still forgave me. You’re
so good. And you brought me to my
Liar?! I’m not a liar. I’m telling you knees.
the truth in fact I went to church last
three Sundays straight and Oh my Now I’m talking and standing in front
Gosh Cris is in the stage he’s starting of you and I don’t care if you are going
to laugh at me. I care to tell you things watered seeing the delicious fruits they
that I believe I must tell you. He won were eating,
everything in me and he’s been
waiting for you too… If you believe
you have him, you may now shout Then suddenly, we heard a voice call,
what Carman once wrote “Jesus is the “Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . .
Champion”. Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .” we
ran towards the direction of the voice,
Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s but it was too late. We saw father
hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of terrible. He had been badly beaten
bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a before he died. . . . and I cried
child so young, so thin, and so vengeance, vengeance, vengeance!
ragged.Why are you staring at me? With Everything went black. The next thing I
my eyes I cannot see but I know that you knew I was nursing my poor invalid
are all staring at me. Why are you mother.
whispering to one another? Why? Do
you know my mother? Do you know my One day, we heard the church bell
father? Did you know me five years ringing “ding-dong, ding-dong!” It was a
ago? sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-
out, but I could not leave my invalid
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. mother, I tried to show her the way to
I can still remember the vast happiness the hide-out.
mother and I shared with each other. We
were very happy indeed. Suddenly, bombs started falling;
airplanes were roaring overhead,
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard canyons were firing from everywhere.
on the door and a deep silence ensued. “Boom, boom, boom, boom!” Mother
Did the cruel Nippon’s discover our was hit. Her legs were shattered into
peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s pieces. I took her gently in my arms and
side pleading. “Please, Luis, hide in the cried, “I’ll have vengeance, vengeance!”
cellar, there in the cellar where they “No, Oscar. Vengeance, it’s God’s,” said
cannot find you,” I pulled my father’s mother.
arm but he did not move. It seemed as
though his feet were glued to the floor. But I cried out vengeance. I was like a
pent-up volcano. “Vengeance is mine
The door went “bang” and before us five not the Lord’s”. “No, Oscar. Vengeance
ugly beasts came barging in. “Are you is not ours, it’s God’s” these were the
Captain Luis Santos?” roared the ugliest words from my mother before she died.
of them all. “Yes,” said my father. “You
are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. Mother was dead and I was blind.
They pulled father roughly away from Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is
us. Father was not given a chance to bid divine but vengeance is sweeter. That
us goodbye. was five years ago, five years. . . .
We followed them mile after mile. We Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of
were hungry and thirsty. We saw group bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a
of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths child so young, so thin, and so ragged.
Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s. . . .
It’s. . . . God’s. . It’s…

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