The Last Romance

As I was having dinner with my family and I was amazed about the portrait hanging on our dining wall. Never knowing about the details, I then begun to realize that it was a happy scene of friendship and loyalty. The scene was a group of children having meal with Jesus. All of the kids were seemingly in their most innocent face and I realized that they were all likely to street children now a days. Yes, it was a replica of the last supper and all the disciples were replaced by the street children.

What was the message of the painter that made him do a creation like this? At first I was curious of the intent of the creation, but all of the children in the painting were so thin and so malnourished that even their dresses would not fit to their built. It seemed to describe how Jesus have been so kind to his own creation specially the innocent children. I then got my attention to a single kid that was located under the table. The kids seemed to be not part of the group and was lonely. I think he was Judas in that scene, but he was holding a bread and seems to be silently eating it. It came to me that we were still blessed of the mercy of Jesus even of all the sins that we are doing till now.

Jesus left the world not end up the goodness, but to let us do the goodness in our hearts. He didn’t let us weep and be alone, instead he made us think of what decisions to make. Decisions between good or evil..

There is a child who I believed that she is really so smart, at the age of one year old she already know how to count numbers from one to one hundred. She know how to distinguish colors. She is so intelligent and talented. She can colored drawing of flowers, animals and plants very well. She always asking questions. She is so curious about her environment. She want you to answer all her questions with her satisfaction. You could not imagine that a one year old child can already write her name and can read letters.

If you will asked her what she want to be someday when she get old, she will say ” I want to become a teacher, I will teach children to become a good persons, I will teach them to write and read very well. She loved to play puzzled toys than doll. Her mom said ” I will enroll her to an exclusive school at the age of three so she could practice her talent and knowledge very well.

My aunt came to visit us the other day and told us about her unforgettable experience on her way to our house. She was alone at the bus stop which was a short distance from their town.  It was past noon and the heat unnerving.  She was getting impatient because fifteen minutes had gone by but still she could not get a ride.

Suddenly, three boisterous, rough-looking boys came talking loudly and profanely.  They acted as if nobody could stop them.  They smelled of liquor and cigarettes.

My aunt had a moment of apprehension.  Except for a newsboy, nobody else was around.  She doubted if the boys would respect her, an anxious woman with grey hair and wrinkled face.

Two of the boys came near her and ask for some money to buy cigarettes.  But my aunt told them that she had only enough for her fare to the next town.  The boys did not believed her so they cursed her. The third boy stopped his companions and apologized to my aunt or their behavior

Just the, a bus stopped.  My aunt got hurriedly.  And when she looked back, the boy, her savior, grinned and waved his hands.  It was really one of the experiences my aunt could not forget.

For someone to believe in the existence of something, she has to experience and to see it with her own eyes. This idea has been existing long before.

As I spend my vacation in our old town, I had the chance to talked to my cousin whom until now had not experience the so-called-thing love. While we are eating our merienda, I asked Mica why is it that at her age she never had a boyfriend. She just smiled at me and answered that maybe she had not seen love through the eyes of someone looking at her. She believed that like fairytales, one day her prince charming would come, take her hands and will asked her to marry him. But I told her that fairytales are different from the reality, they do not just come true. She should allow herself to feel love’s enchanting experience.

I guess my cousin is afraid to fall, scared to be hurt, embarrassed to show how she feels, irritated to be governed, petrified to take risks or maybe her man has not yet walked on her path. But I am certain that she is not a lesser of a person and not bitter in love.

I told her to stay believing in love because in one way or the other, it will come across. It is not a matter on how many have she had or how early. The important thing is that when love comes her way, it is the love she have not yet seen but she have always believed in.