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It
was a typical afternoon; the sun peeks through a cluster of clouds,
the air is humid, as usual, and as the busy townspeople of Lucban
proceed on their tasks, I noticed a mother and a child staring at
random by-passers. Of course being the curious child I was, I spared
my time to observe them.

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The
child, covered in old pieces of clothing, pulls his mother’s shirt as
he points to a random by-passer. I noticed the mother’s effort to
ignore her son even though it’s very obvious that she knew her son
was pointing out something. I stared at the little boy’s hand for a
while before I finally looked at what he wss pointing at.

He
was pointing at a young couple eating boiled corn that they bought
across the street. I can never forget the look on his eyes as he puts
his hand over his empty stomach while watching the young couple enjoy
their golden goodness. Then I realized that the mother was not
ignoring her child because she was annoyed, she was ignoring him
because she’s hurting. She knows well enough that she failed to give
her son the proper life he deserves, that she cannot serve him food
no matter how hungry they are. She cannot give him proper clothing no
matter how cold it is to sleep outside. She cannot provide him
shelter from the harsh rains of Lucban no matter how freezing it may
get. She cannot give him education he deserves, the only one who can
save his future. In her eyes, I see guilt.

I
realized how lucky I was to live my life in comfort. My heart was
melting more and more as I looked at them longer and longer. I felt
sad. I reached for my pocket as I walk towards the vendor across the
street. I gave him three gold pieces of coins in exchange for his
golden cobs. It was a fair trade as it looked so good and smelled so
fresh. As tempted as I was to eat it, I approached the two nearby.
The child was still pointing out his starvation to his mother. After
a few steps, I stood in front of them. The child, in the middle of
his tantrums, stopped. He looked at me in the eyes for a second
before observing and guessing what I was about to do. I reached out
the corn that was on a stick from my hand.

“Here
oh.”

The
little boy hesitated for a while, looked at his mom as if he was
asking if he could take the food, then took it from my hand after his
mom nodded. I watched him take big bites, one by one, for a few
seconds before I met his mother’s eyes. She didn’t say anything, not
even a simple words of gratitude like “salamat” or “thank
you”. She just simply looked at me with a real smile, with real
eyes, with real love. Not the love that the media often showcases us,
but the highest form of love, the unconditional love – agape, and I
loved it.

After
that I proceeded to my tasks on that day. It only happened once, and
I never met them again, but if unfortunate people like them needs
help again, I hope there are some people who would give them what
they need – love.