2:15 pm. A hot afternoon ride in a pedicab with the driver and his seems-to-be-8 year-old son reminds me of my younger years. "Ang init! Pero di dapat tumigil." I heard the husky voice of the man in
wheels. As I look deep to his line, I remembered my Dad.
My Father was once a pedicab driver who sends people to different places, including students who were his regular passengers .When I was a kid, we travel along Calinan early in the morning of school days to fetch students and send them in school. That routine of my life opened my eyes to the different aspects of a true journey. I witnessed some events that taught me how hard it is to struggle with life.I realized its not that easy to earn money in the streets.
The driver smiled as I replied to him, "Ang init nga!." Seeing him and his son's humble smile touched my heart. Despite of the difficulties they encountered, they never forget how to brighten one's character. My heart felt at ease when our conversation started. Being in the road whole day is not a simple job. Facing the heat of the sun, the thick smoke and even accidents can never be avoided.
Having my sight to the wheels, I remembered the accident I and my Dad encountered when I was in 3rd grade. That incident was not that critical or serious but I felt the pain and fear that my Dad feels. We stopped in front of a public school to drop some pupils. BAAAAM! A loud noise interrupts my calm feeling. As I look around to see what's going on, I saw the pain on my Dad's face. His left side was unfortunately hit by another pedicab. My innocence on the incident weighs a lot on my heart. I don't know what to do to rescue my Dad's current situation. I don't want to cry even if my eyes wanted to. Being brave is what I want to do that time; I don't want to add up on my Dad's pain just because he sees me crying. I don't want him to worry more that's why I chose not to speak.
I heard again the warm voice of the driver. I felt as if I want to help him in some ways but I have no idea how. I understand the difficulty he is facing while driving. He wanted to take some rest under cool place but he can't because he needed to provide the needs of his family. I finally came right in front of our house. Our conversation was over but as I step down from the vehicle, I wanted to keep talking to comfort him. He smiled once again and I also looked over to his son who is also smiling. I said my goodbyes.
I walked forward and I heard the pedicab's sound. Reminiscing the times whenever I hear our pedicab coming. My feelings for our pedicab will always stay in my heart. When I heard Dad that he's planning to sell it, I really cried. I honestly can't stop my tears. Even though its not ours anymore, still, our pedicab will always be the pedicab that I love.
My Father was once a pedicab driver who sends people to different places, including students who were his regular passengers .When I was a kid, we travel along Calinan early in the morning of school days to fetch students and send them in school. That routine of my life opened my eyes to the different aspects of a true journey. I witnessed some events that taught me how hard it is to struggle with life.I realized its not that easy to earn money in the streets.
The driver smiled as I replied to him, "Ang init nga!." Seeing him and his son's humble smile touched my heart. Despite of the difficulties they encountered, they never forget how to brighten one's character. My heart felt at ease when our conversation started. Being in the road whole day is not a simple job. Facing the heat of the sun, the thick smoke and even accidents can never be avoided.
Having my sight to the wheels, I remembered the accident I and my Dad encountered when I was in 3rd grade. That incident was not that critical or serious but I felt the pain and fear that my Dad feels. We stopped in front of a public school to drop some pupils. BAAAAM! A loud noise interrupts my calm feeling. As I look around to see what's going on, I saw the pain on my Dad's face. His left side was unfortunately hit by another pedicab. My innocence on the incident weighs a lot on my heart. I don't know what to do to rescue my Dad's current situation. I don't want to cry even if my eyes wanted to. Being brave is what I want to do that time; I don't want to add up on my Dad's pain just because he sees me crying. I don't want him to worry more that's why I chose not to speak.
I heard again the warm voice of the driver. I felt as if I want to help him in some ways but I have no idea how. I understand the difficulty he is facing while driving. He wanted to take some rest under cool place but he can't because he needed to provide the needs of his family. I finally came right in front of our house. Our conversation was over but as I step down from the vehicle, I wanted to keep talking to comfort him. He smiled once again and I also looked over to his son who is also smiling. I said my goodbyes.
I walked forward and I heard the pedicab's sound. Reminiscing the times whenever I hear our pedicab coming. My feelings for our pedicab will always stay in my heart. When I heard Dad that he's planning to sell it, I really cried. I honestly can't stop my tears. Even though its not ours anymore, still, our pedicab will always be the pedicab that I love.
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