Though I was not born to story tell, and surely am not really that good in story telling, but yep I forced my pen to bleed, and have written some short stories for children. And you might ask, why for children? Hmm, for I always consider living my life in a child’s way because it is the best gift a man can have. So readers/and visitors of my page, hope you find enjoyment reading my short stories for children below.

1. The Young Horse Rider
2. Little Pinky
3. Si Obet, Ang Batang Haiku at Si Boy, Ang Batang Hay Naku!

A Short Story for Children

1. The Young Horse Rider

Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a young girl named Kikay who wanted to be a great horse rider. She wanted to prove that girls could ride a horse, too. And her grandpa’s horse bewildered her. She marvelled what it felt riding on such a big horse.

“Oh, that’s Silver, my favorite horse!” said the old man to the young girl. “Come, I will teach you how to ride,” he continued saying, while by the window she watches the horse grazing on the verdant meadows.

Kikay was a pretty girl. She was like a tulip of bright pink, which certainly prescribed true perfection in her unique personality.

Grandpa Jose was supportive of her. He believed the young girl could ride a horse like any other native boy. In just a week, she could ride a horse with so much grace and fast like her grandpa. See, how graceful she could ride a horse!

When Kikay was with Silver, she loved to ride fast, zigzagging through the thick forest where the cypress trees were cast in the spellbinding light of the sky. She always had a good time horse riding and had come to perceive the idyllic forest and the steep slopes.

Her family was rich. Her mother loved her very much. If desired, the young girl could have anything she wanted. She could just stay in her garden like a little princess picking flower and later press it in her diary. She could go to beautiful places where kids her age dream of hanging around, but she chose to be with her grandpa Jose during school break in his cottage, where the earth would not rest singing joyful song to sip those cries secretly whirling inside her tender heart.

She had vowed to fulfil her dream, a dream not only for herself, but for his father who had once wished she was a boy. She could hear him barking in silent despair that she opted to learn that entire boy’s stuff. What she needed to do was win the race to please her father and keep the tradition of having great rider in the family.

The small town where she lived was famous for great horsemen, just like her father who won the annual race five times in a row and her grandpa Jose who had trained her riding a horse was unbeaten during his days.

Every summer, the town elders would stage the Annual Horse Riding Competition as part of the town fiesta celebration. Many people would gather at the town’s open field to witness the event. Kikay and her grandpa Jose came, on their horses, to feast with the town folks, too.

Kikay noticed all the riders have fully prepared for this event and realized she would be competing against the much experienced riders. She had known that the event was only for boys. This dismayed her a bit, but the young girl did not give up her dream. Being smart, she came up with an idea on how to compete without getting noticed as a girl.

“Hmm, this is cool!” she uttered to herself, while her scented breath billowed from her mouth through the air like morning blooms spilling scents of wonder to grace the town fiesta under the vast bluish sky.

Kikay swiftly dressed like a boy. She applied powder, from a charcoal, on her face to hide its pinkish, soft skin and covered her hair with her grandpa’s sombrero. And then, she enlisted herself as Kiko. She knew it was a lie, but this was her only chance in hand to compete and win the race.

Grandpa Jose had a high regard on the young girl. He felt she would like to race and believed she could bring home the trophy, but he had no idea that her grand daughter was actually in the competition.

At the racing field, the young competitors started pestering with each other, but all she did was to focus on the race. Soon as the white clothe, a local kerchief, tossed into the air by a local elder, touched the ground the riders rode their way through the thick forest, leaving the dogs that followed them eat the petering dust.

In the forest, most riders were left behind; some lost their way racing back. At halfway to the finished line, Kikay was riding neck to neck with Antonio; the boy who always brought with him his wooden sword and had thought he was the best. He had played the role of a mugger in their school skit.

Riding down the slope, Antonio tried to hit her down with his wooden sword, but instead he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Kikay saw Antonio was being dragged by the animal. She raced fast toward them and luckily for him she managed to halt the black horse. Then, she slid down from her horse and helped the boy to stand on his feet.

“Why did you save me?” asked the boy, while trying to remove the dirt on his face. ”You could have leaved me here and win the race!” he chanted.

“Your life is more important to me than the trophy,” she said in her guised voice.

Kikay noticed he had hurt his leg from the fall. She helped him mount on her horse. With Silver they sped off, but soon as Silver jumped the lone barrier set before the crossing line the young girl’s hat was blown away by the incoming wind revealing her long, shining black hair to flutter in the air to the delight of the crowds. They reached the finish line first.

The town elders and the people could not believe what they saw. Though the contest was strictly for boys, still they pronounced her as the race winner. Her courage, determination and good heart had won her the people’s admiration.

The young girl’s father who arrived from work to watch the race looked at her daughter with amazement. “How could her petite daughter do such a great thing,” he wondered, while applauding her. Kikay looked at his father and she could see how surprised her father was, but she just gave him a childish smile.

On stage, from where she stood to accept her award the young girl saw her grandpa Jose cheerfully praising her, too. And, the people’s jubilation made her the happiest girl in town.

The father walked onto the stage and embraced the young girl. To her daughter he said, “Forgive me, my dear!” The young girl embraced her father too, showing him the sparkles in her eyes that he had never wanted seeing them before.

Her feat so grand that she became talk of the town. She fulfilled her dream and kept her family tradition. Kikay lived with her family happily ever after.

–End–

A Short Story for Children

2. Little Pinky

Little Pinky was the only child in the family, a bright girl. She could say Daddy and Mommy with clarity almost before she could walk. Much more, she could easily recognize big numbers even before she started to go to school. She never stopped learning things from her surroundings to the delight of her loving parents.

Incredibly, at the age of five, she could sing her Mommy Nitz’s favorite song “Sierra Madre”.

Her Mommy Nitz used to sing and her sweet voice always filled the house. A month after Pinky’s sixth birthday, Pinky’s mother suddenly died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit her car.

The death caused her Daddy David to dwell in misery and he spent much of his time drinking alcohol. Since the death of her Mommy Nitz, Little Pinky never saw her Daddy David sober again, nor gave her a hug the way he used to.

Lola Anastacia, her Daddy’s mother, lived with them. She took care of Little Pinky and her Daddy, too.

At bedtime, Lola would read Little Pinky a story. And after the first read, she would plead, “Read it again, Lola, please!”

Every night, Lola Anastacia would patiently read the same story, until Little Pinky fell to sleep.

But last night, there was no such story telling, Little Pinky decided to talk to her Lola and asked for something instead.

“Lola,” Little Pinky called.

“What is it, my dear? her Lola asked.

“Tomorrow is my seventh birthday,” she said.

“Yes, dear.” Lola replied.

“What would you like on your birthday?” Lola asked her.

She found it hard to pick one present, but after too much thinking of what she really wanted, at last, she said…

“I want a bird.”

“A bird?” Lola uttered.

Before Little Pinky could tell her reason why she wanted a bird for present, her Daddy David peeked, by chance, through the slightly open door of her room. He saw them, still awake and talking. He overheard his daughter’s plea that touched his heart.

“Yes Lola, I want a bird for my birthday,” she said.

“Why not ask for a doll, a Barbie?” Lola opined.

“No, Lola, I prefer a bird,” she insisted.

“You know what?” the little girl said.

“What?” her Lola asked

“Everyday, the house is filled with great silence since Mommy left. The bird will be of good help; maybe it will bring happiness once again. Don’t you think, Lola? ” asked Little Pinky to her Lola Anastacia.

Lola Anastacia felt silent for awhile, but later she said, “Pray to Jesus, dear. He’s the throne of graces. I’m sure he’ll mediate to the Almighty God your wish.”

She noticed her son David; awaken from an alcohol fed sleep, standing behind the door. Their eyes met. He said nothing, and then walked away into his room.

Lola Anastacia put her grand daughter to bed and said, “Good night, princess!”

“Good night, Lola!” she replied.

When left alone, Little Pinky prayed to Jesus, intently begging that her birthday wish be granted.

The next morning, Little Pinky woke up early. She rushed to her Daddy’s room. He was not there. She went to the kitchen hoping to find him there, but only her Lola Anastacia was there, busy preparing their breakfast.

“Lola, where’s Daddy?” she asked.

“Isn’t he in his room?” asked Lola.

“Daddy’s not in his room?” she wailed, feeling sad.

“Maybe, he’s in the saloon.” said Lola. “Let’s go and see!” But Daddy David is not there either. He’s not in the house.

“Oh, don’t worry!” said Lola. “Maybe, he went out for a walk. He’ll be here soon.”

Little Pinky sat at the front porch. She was very patient, waiting for her Daddy. But the only person came was the newspaper boy who threw out the morning newspaper that her Daddy subscribed.

At noon time, Daddy David came home. He brought her daughter Little Pinky a humming bird that he bought from the City Pet store, across the street where his law firm is located.

When Little Pinky heard his Daddy’s car honked, she quickly run outside and screamed, “Daddy!”

“I have a surprise for you!” he said to Little Pinky.

“Happy birthday, my princess!” he said, handing her a cage and in it a small bird who continuously chirping.

“Tweet…tweet!”

“Oh, he’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed with excitement saying, “Thank you, Daddy!”

Little Pinky was so happy that she did not want to stop kissing her Daddy David. There were so many kisses and warm hugs as they welcomed Robin into the family. Lola Anastacia was so happy too. She knew her son has picked up the threads of his life.

Months passed and Robin grew with contentment living with his new found family.

But one fair afternoon, while they were in the front garden, Robin tirelessly flapped his wings as he saw another bird swaying on a branch of the lone pear tree.

Little Pinky noticed Robin’s sudden change of behavior. She thought maybe he wanted to get out of his cage. So, she slid the cage door and said, “Come Robin, it’s time for you to fly, be free!”

At first, Robin hesitated. He did not move. He just stared at Little Pinky. He had never been in a difficult situation before. The more he wanted to fly free, the unhappy he became, to leave the cage.

“You’re free now. Go, fly birdie, fly!” she commanded.

Upon hearing her pleadings, Robin swiftly hopped onto a branch of the lone pear tree. The other bird’s long gone. He stayed there for awhile, chirping.

“Tweet…tweet!”

Then, Robin soared with excitement up into the blue sky. Glided gracefully with the passing wind.

“He’s flying! He’s flying!” Little Pinky screamed continuously.

Her Daddy rushed outside when he heard her daughter’s cry that seemed to billow all through the house.

“What happened, my princess!?” he worriedly asked.

“Daddy, I let Robin fly!” she said.

“Look, he’s up there!” she continued, pointing her finger toward the blue sky.

“What, I thought you liked Robin!?” her Daddy David asked, while watching Robin circling the sky in passion.

“I do, Daddy! But I preferred seeing him, flying free. I’ve no more heart to see him in this small cage,” she explained.

“You’ll see him no more!” he said.

“He’ll come back,” she said to her Daddy.

“You sure!?” he asked, bemused at his daughter’s reply.

Although, Robin lived in a small cage for a long time Pinky knew he had conquered the blue sky and will be back soon, to be with her.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Little Pinky answered, without doubt in her mind.

“Are you mad at me, Daddy?” she asked him in a muffled voice.

“Oh, my princess!” her Daddy cried. “No, I’m not mad… and it doesn’t matter, setting Robin free! I love you to the end of the world, my dear princess!”

Little Pinky embraced him tightly and said, “I love you too, Daddy!”

They enjoyed the rest of that day together, beautifying their front garden.

A week passed. Little Pinky started to wonder what happen to her friend. She spent the whole day in the front garden hoping to see Robin, once more.

“Where are you, Robin?” she cried, while looking at the lone pear tree.

But Robin was nowhere to be found. Little Pinky looked up into sky and beg, “Oh dear God, thank you for bringing back my Daddy to me. Please, let me know if Robin’s okay. Amen!”

On a Sunday morning, Robin finally appeared, surprising the father and daughter, while they were having a picnic at the front garden.

“Tweet…Tweet!” a familiar sound coming from the lone pear tree.

“He’s back! He’s back! chanted Little Pinky.

“Oh yeah! Where’s he?” asked her Daddy.

“In the pear tree, Daddy,” Little Pinky said.

Daddy David darted his eyes at the tree and was surprised to see the bird. He knew that was Robin, because he still had the red ring tagged on his right ankle. Little Pinky offered him food. Robin glided from the pear tree, already in full bloom, onto Little Pinky’s tiny palm. The two were so happy seeing each other again.

When summer came, the lone pear tree bore much fruits. Little Pinky, her Daddy David, and Lola Anastacia gathered some for the day, while Robin invited other birds to join them. Since then, Little Pinky’s front garden was graced by different species of warblers and the family lived happily ever after.

–End–

Maikling Kuwentong Pambata

3. Si Obet, Ang Batang Haiku at Si Boy, Ang Batang Hay Naku!

Ang likod ng bahay nila Obet ay bukid. Sa bubong ng bahay nila, doon siya madalas. Oo, sa may bubong, doon siya madalas magpalipas ng oras tuwing hapon, bago dumating ang ama nito. Gustong-gusto niyang pinagmamasdan ang kabukiran at ang mag-asawang bundok, kung saan matatanaw ang talon na kulay-pilak Mahilig si Obet sa kalikasan. Hindi nito pinagsasawaan pagmasdan ang mga palay na sumasayaw sa ihip ng hanging ligaw, na parang tinataboy ang mga pipit mayang sa mga uhay ay dumuduyan. Ang singkiting niyang mga mata’y hinahagod ang malawak na kabukiran, at sabay sambit sa sarili…

“kay sarap dinggin ang awit ng kabukiran!“

Maginhawa, pero hindi naman mayaman ang pamilya ni Obet. Masipag ang amang si Nestor, at panay over-time pa. Madalas hintayin ni Obet ang ama sa kanyang pag-uwi. Sa may hagdanan, sa baytang nito doon siya nauupo. Pagdating ng ama, tatakbo itong payakap sa kanya at magmamano. Ang nanay Nitz naman niya, nakasilip sa may bintana na para bang isang dalagang sinisilip ang kanyang manliligaw. Ganyan kadalas ang tagpong matutunghayan sa paghataw ng takip-silim sa bahay nila.

Mahal ni Obet ang kanyang mga magulang. Ang ama niya, laging napapawi ang pagod pag nakikita siyang nakaabang sa kanyang pagdating. Kahit abala ito sa kanyang trabaho bilang chief mechanic sa isang logging company, hindi ito nagpapabaya sa pagbibigay inspirasiyon sa kanyang pamilya. Masugid nitong tinuturuan ng magagandang asal ang anak, at lagi nitong pinaaalalahanan na huwag itong magbabad sa internet, lalo na sa Facebook.

“O anak, nagfe-facebook ka na naman ha! Unahin mo muna ‘yung homeworks mo.” Ito ang madalas na marinig ni Obet sa ama.

Ang ina naman niya’y masinop sa bahay. Kaya madalas tuloy si Obet ay napapagsabihan nito. Makalat si Obet. Ngumingiti na lang siya tuwing ang ina niya’y nagagalit. Pag napagsabihan naman, si Obet ay maingat nitong sinisinop ang kanyang mga gamit.

Sabado, maagang umalis ang ama ni Obet. May truck kasi siyang kailangan niyang tignan, kung ano ang sira nito. Tulog pa si Obet nang umalis ang ama.

“Mama, nasaan po si Papa?” ang tanong ni Obet sa ina.

“Anak, maagang pumasok ang Papa mo!” sagot ng ina.

“Pero Ma, sabado ngayon, di ba ‘alang pasok si Papa?” tanong uli niya.

“May titignan daw na truck. Sandali lang siya at babalik din agad. ” sabi ng ina nito.

Pagkatapos mag-almusal ng mag-ina’y nagtungo sila sa hardin, sa harapan ng kanilang bahay. Inasikaso nila ang mga halaman. Dito sa hardin, malimit ikuwento ng ina ni Obet, kung paano sila nagkakilala ng ama niya. Kung minsan nga eh, nagsasawa na si Obet na pakingan ang kuwento. Paulit ulit kasi.

“Si Mama naman, umpisa na naman!“ patawang sabi ni Obet, habang tinatanggal nito ang mga munting damo sa mga halaman.

Kapitbahay nila si Mang Imbo. Ang bahay nito ay luma ngunit mas malaki kesa kila Obet. May bakod itong kahoy na inanay na ng panahon. Si Mang Imbo ay nag-iisa sa buhay, pamilya niya’y nasa Amerika. Ayaw niyang pumunta doon. Balitang-balita naman na maganda ang buhay ng kanyang mga anak doon, pero ipinagtataka ng mga kapitbahay nila bakit wala man lang pinadadala kay Mang Imbo, kahit man lang sulat.

Mas gusto pa ni Mang Imbo na nag-iisa. Wala itong kaibigan. At ayaw na ayaw niyang may makikitang mga bata sa kanyang bakuran. Sa loob ng bakuran naman niya’y may nag-iisang malaking puno. Ang punong mangga, na ngayon ay hitik sa bunga. Malimit kasi itong pausukan ni Mang Imbo, umaga’t hapon. ‘Yun na lang ang kanyang palipas oras, maliban sa pagpunta nito paminsan-minsan sa barbero para makipagkuro-kuro sa mga tambay doon.

Ayaw ng ama ni Obet na basta-basta na lang siyang lumilipat ng bakod. Hindi raw ito tamang kaugalian. Sa tingin ni Obet hindi naman masamang tao si Mang Imbo. Ayaw lang ng ama niya na mangangapit-bahay si Obet. At, ayaw din siguro ni Mang Imbo na mai-istorbo siya.

Lingid kay Mang Imbo may grupo ng mga bata na kasing edad ni Obet, na pag wala siya’y palihim silang sumusuot sa uwang na bakod. Pakuwa’y tuwang-tuwa nilang pinuputakti ang punong mangga nito. Kailan man hindi sila nahuli ni Mang Imbo.

Ang pinakabunso nilang miyembro’y si Egay, anim na taon. Taga-masid nila ito. Kung parating na si Mang Imbo, tatakbo ito hawak-hawak ang salawal na nahuhulog sa mga kasamahan at pabulol-bulol na sisigaw.

“Ba…ba na kayo! Da…liiiiii, ayan na si Mang Imbo! “

Bilisan magsisibaba ang mga bata’t kanya-kanya na silang magtatakbohan. Madalas nga eh, sa bakod nila Obet lumulundag ang mga ito, patakas.

Natapos asikasuhin ng mag-ina ang hardin. At dating gawi, siempre magme-merienda sila, alas diyes na. Habang nagme-merienda, ang mga ito’y nagsusulat ng tula. Iyan ang isa pang libangan ng mag-ina, ang magsulat ng tula tuwing week-end.

Kahit malikhaing pagsusulat ang tinuturo ng ina ni Obet, natuto daw at nahilig siya sa pagtula sa kanyang ama. Kung sabagay mukhang makata at romantiko ang ama ni Obet. Mahilig pa nga itong kumanta. Doon yata nabighani ng ama ni Obet ang ina nito. Kaya naman gusto ng ina ni Obet na matuto rin at makahiligan ng anak ang pagsusulat.

“Sa Papa mo ako natutong tumula.“ sabi niya sa anak.

Hindi kumibo si Obet. Tumingin lang siya sa ina. Nag-iisip kung anong haiku ang puwede nitong maisulat sa nakikita nitong mantis o mandadangkal na biglang dumapo sa bintana. “Ah, alam ko na!” sambit nito’t sabay sulat.

holy confession…
behind the old window screen
the orchid mantis

Ang pagsulat ng tula ay nakakalibang at nakapagpapalipas oras. At ito’y may mga iba’t ibang porma at ritmo sabi ng ina ni Obet sa kanya. Pero ang pinagusto ni Obet ay ang tinatawag na haiku. Natawa nga siya ng malakas nang una nitong marinig.

“Mama, ano ka mo? Hay naku!?” tanong ni Obet.

Naaala tuloy niya si Boy. Si Boy ay kaibigan niya. Anak ito ni Tess na kumare naman ng ina niya. Bansag ng ina ni Boy sa kanya’y “Hay naku!” kasi nga naman ito’y sobrang pasaway.

“Haiku”, sagot ng ina.

“Haiku, eh ano yun!?”patuloy na tanong ni Obet.

“Anak, ang haiku ay tulang Hapon. Ito ay binubuo ng tatlong linya ng may lima, pito, at limang pantig. At ito’y tungkol sa kalikasan.” sagot ng ina.

Nong una hindi maunawaan ni Obet, pero sa masigasig na pagtuturo ng ina’y naunawaan nito ang pinakadiwa. Matiyaga sa pagtuturo ang ina ni Obet, at siya’y ginagalang na titser sa universidad ng kanilang bayan.

Hindi pinagsasawaan ni Obet ang pagsulat ng haiku. Nalilibang siya dito. Natuwa nga ang kanyang mga magulang ng minsang sabihin nito sa kanila na nanalo ‘yung English haiku niya na isinali nito sa isang online haiku contest. Tuwang-tuwa si Obet nang makita niya ang kanyang haiku sa listahan ng nanalo, Dali-dali nitong in-prenta at pagmamaki nitong sinabi, “Pa, Ma, heto po ‘yung haiku kong nanalo!”

the sky is ready…
embracing unknown spirits
I smell my pillow

Natigil ang mag-ina sa kanilang pagsusulat. Bigla kasing dumating si Tess. Kasama nito ang kanyang anak na si Boy. Si Boy, isang spoiled brat. Hindi ito titigil hanggang hindi niya nakukuka ang gusto. Madalas ito’y kumakasat sa pagdadabog kapag hindi naibigay ang kanyang gusto.

“Mare!” sigaw ni Tess, sabay kaway nito sa mag-ina.

“Anak, sila tita Tess mo! Buksan mo ‘yung pintuan.” utos ng ina.

“Opo, Ma!” sagot ni Obet sa ina, habang patakbo nitong tinungo ang pinto ng kanilang bakuran.

Nagmamadali namang pumasok ang mga ito. Hindi pa naalok na umupo si Tess ay puro tsismis agad ang bungad nito sa ina ni Obet.

“Mare alam mo ba!? Nakunan pala si mareng Juana!” banat agad ni Tess.

“Mare naman, naririnig ka nina Obet at Boy! ang sabi ng ina ni Obet

Kaya tuloy ayaw na ayaw ng ama ni Obet pag bumibisita si Tess sa kanila. Madalas nga napapansin ni Obet na naaasar ito, kasi nga naman puro tsismis lang ang hatid. At, buong maghapon pa sila kila Obet.

Magkaklase sina Obet at Boy. Ang ama ni Boy ay nasa abroad. Kaya naman halos lahat ng gamit nila sa bahay ay imported. May bagong celphone pa nga si Boy. Pasalubog ng ama. Kailan lang ito nagbakasiyon, hinikayat nga nito sa pag-aabroad ang ama ni Obet. Tumanggi naman ng ama ni Obet. Sapat na sapat naman daw amg kita niya para sa kanyang mag-ina. At ayaw din naman ni Obet na mag-aabroad ang ama niya. Gusto kasi ni Obet lagi silang sama-sama.

Masayang ikinukwento ni Boy kay Obet ang kanyang mga bagong kaibigan sa Facebook, na siya nitong mga bagong ka-DOTA at ka-Farm Ville ng marinig nila ang ingay ng mga batang namimitas ng bunga ng mangga.

“Halika, kuha din tayo!” ang kayag ni Boy kay Obet.

“Ayaw ko nga!” wika ni Obet sa kaibigan.

“Dito na lang tayo, tuturuan kitang mag-haiku.” dugtong nito.

“Hay naku, kung hay naku lang! Sawang-sawa na akong naririnig sa mama ko ‘yan. Sige na, tara na!” kulit ni Boy kay Obet.

Hindi na sumagot si Obet, pero ang totoo gusto rin niyang sumama kay Boy at maakyat ang puno ng mangga. Siya na lang kasi ang hindi pa nakakaakyat sa punong mangga ni Mang Imbo.

“Ok, pipitas ako ng marami! Pagbalik ko bibigyan kita.” sambit ni Boy sabay takbo sa pintuan.

“Boy, saan ka pupunta? tanong ng ina ni Obet.

Himdi sinagot ni Boy ang tanong ng ina ni Obet. Bagkus walang lingon-lingon na lumabas sa bakuran.

“Hay naku mare!” wika ni Tess. “Pag pinigilan mo ‘yan lalong mag-aalburito. Ba’t di mo pasamahin si Obet?” wika ni Tess sa kanyang kumare.

“Si Boy, mamimitas ng mangga.” sabad ni Obet. “Ma, puede akong sumama?” tanong nito sa ina.

“Obet, ano ang bilin ng Papa mo?” sagot ng ina.

Nagtatampong bumalik si Obet sa kanyang ginagawa. Si Boy naman, pagkalipat nito sa kabilang bakod ay mabilis niyang inakyat ang puno. May pabitin-bitin pa ito sa sanga. Mula sa kanyang kinauupuan, nakikita ni Obet si Boy at iba pang mga bata na masayang nangunguha ng mangga. Naiinggit ito sa kanila.

“Wow, dami bunga! Ang laki noon o!” sambit ni Boy sa sarili. “Isa na lang at bababa na ako!”

Pilit na inaabot ni Boy ‘yung nag-iisang bunga sa dulo ng isang sanga. Dahil sa kapipilit, nawalan ito ng balanse at nakabitiw sa sangang kinakapitan. Malakas na ka-blag ang narinig ni Obet mula sa loob ng bakuran ni Mang Imbo.

“Bah, ano kaya ‘yun?” nagtatakang tanong nito sa sarili.

Tiningala ni Obet ‘yung puno, pero hindi niya nakita si Boy. Nagsigawan ‘yung mga batang kasamahan ni Boy. Dahil dito nagtakbuhan sina Obet at ang magkumare sa kabilang bakod. Doon, nakita nilang nakahandusay si Boy, hindi kumikilos. Maya-maya lang ay dumating si Mang Imbo, nagtataka bakit may mga ingay at iyakan sa kanyang bakuran. Pagpasok nito. Nakita nito ang kagimbal-gimbal na nangyari. Galit nitong hinarap ang mga bata.

“Talagang mga damuho kayong mga bata!” sigaw ni Mang Imbo sa mga walang kibong mga kaibigan ni Boy.

“Anak koooo!” hagulgol ni Tess. “Anak kooooo!”

Patay na si Boy. Nabali ang leeg nito sa pagkakahulog. Mga bungang napitas nito’y nasa kanyang paligid. Para bang ini-alay ang mga ito sa kanya. Naawa’t nalungkot sa pangyayari ang mag-ina, pati na rin ‘yung mga kapitbahay na naki-usiyoso.

“Kaya anak kapag ikaw ay aking pinagbabawalan, huwag kang nagtatampo!” ang wika ng ina ni Obet sa kanya.

“Opo, Ma!”sagot ni Obet, sabay yakap sa ina.

Ang pagtanggi ng ina ni Obet sa kanyang kagustuhan ay naglayo ito sa kanya sa masamang bagay na maaaring mangyari. Bigla tuloy sumagi sa kanyang isipan ang salita ng kanyang ama, “Anak, hangarin lagi namin sa iyo’y ang mapabuti ka. Nawa’y huwag mong iisipin kailan man na ikaw ay aming pinagkakaitan!” Napakaikli pala talaga ng buhay ng isang tao, mas maikli pa sa tulang haiku sa isip ni Obet ito’y lumalarawan.

Oo, maikli ang buhay ng isang tao at ito’y parang isang haiku na kapag hindi mo binigyan ng pansin hindi mo ito mauunawaan, at lalong hindi mo makikita o madadama ang kagandahan nito kung hindi mo pahahalagahan ang bawat pintig nito.

–Wakas–

–All short stories are copyrighted by the author–

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