"It was
raining hard, and classes
were
suspended. All of the
children and my classmates
tried to search for their nannies/guardians.
Well
for me I know it will be late
because my mother
will come to pick me up late from the
office.
>>The
rain poured
harder
and
I can already feel
the flood waters seeping through the
classroom &
water is now dripping
through the
roof.
<<
While building
much higher ground (by stacking
tables and chairs), I saw my
teacher, a pretty
young lady, whose pencil cut skirt are now
wet with
mud and trash, she has this
pail to scoop down
all the flood water from the
room and throw it
outside the garden.
I also noticed that there are some
books on the
shelves, some are already wet at the
bottom, and
she is trying to save the
other books. >>I
cried...<<
While crying with mucus on my nose, I
pulled up
the edges of my pants,
removed
my shoes, and
waded
the flooded classroom. I grabbed a plastic
bag and tried to scoop up
the flood as fast as I could. "It's
ok," the teacher said,
"don't help me, just go back and wait
for
your parents."
“But
teacher…” I tried. She
immediately
hugged me. As I stopped
breathing, I heard she said, “If
you grow old, I know you
will be a good man and hope you can
change
everything…”
I
still cry when I remember what she said
to me. I don’t know
where she is now. I hope she
is okay. I love you my beloved
teacher. I will become a good
man as you
mentioned."
- (Signorelli
Ricci S. Santiago,
Phillippines)
(Signorelli Ricci S. Santiago, Phillippines)
