
17/02/2025
๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ป๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ผ?
I woke up, exhaustion seeping in through my soul as schoolwork kept me awake until 2 in the morning. I sluggishly rose from the bed, remembering my scheduled meet-up with my high school friends today. I got up and headed straight into the shower, completely ignoring my internally bruised bodyโs pleas to lie for five more minutes. I did my usual routine, ate my breakfast, and approached my parents and nagmano as a farewell, โMaging mabait na tao sa labas ha.โ ยญMy motherโs usual mantra every time I go out, and as a hard-headed kid growing up, I understand her concern.
I walked towards the jeepney terminal, and as I wandered my eyes, I found a twenty peso bill near a trash bin. Before picking it up, I scanned my surroundings to check if someone might be looking for it or if this was just a social experiment, and it seemed neither of the two situations since all I saw was the fast pacing of other people trying to get inside the jeepney before it gets full. Well, Iโm guessing someone was unfortunate enough to lose it, and I am fortunate enough to find it.
I paid my fare, and since I was at least four people away from the driver, the elderly man on my left reached for my payment and gave it to the driver. I muttered my thanks, and as soon as the jeepney started moving, some passengers shouted, โMay pasakay pa.โ And there we all saw a young woman running towards the jeepney, holding a duffle bag in her right hand and a backpack on her back. I offered a hand and helped her carry her duffle bag towards the vacant seat. She then thanked us all for our gesture. She handed a hundred peso bill, but the driver asked her for a smaller one since he had no more spare change for such a huge bill. I handed over a twenty peso bill and paid in her stead. She thanked me once more, to which I replied with a smile.
The ride was smooth, and I safely arrived at the mall, where I would be meeting with my friends. I was about to cross the pedestrian lane when a woman, probably a bit older than me, struggled to carry two shopping bags from a pet store in her right hand and holding her cute, little, and frisky pup on her left. I approached her and offered a hand, she hesitated at first but then decided that she desperately needed help as her pup continuously wiggled against her body and licked its momโs face. We laughed about it, and she gave me one of the bags. The pup was brown and was named Chip, short for Chocolate Chip. It was a male aspin, but she wasnโt completely sure about his breed since she found him weeks ago in a box, abandoned by the side of a road. She expressed her nervousness about mothering a pup for the first time.
We reached the jeepney terminal, and I waited for her to pay the fare and get inside before handing her the bag. I smiled once more before leaving, but as I turned around, a man around my age approached me, โAte, nahulog po ng kasama niyo kanina.โ I thanked him and was about to return it to Chipโs mom when the jeepney started moving away. I saw her peeking at me, so I waved the twenty peso bill, signaling that it was hers, when she gave me a thumbs up, telling me that it was okay for me to take it. What are the odds of having two free twenty pesos in a single day?
I got inside the mall, met my friends, and bonded with them. It has been a long time since we gathered as we all go to different universities. We ate and chitchatted, shopped and chitchatted, lounged in a coffee shop, and chitchatted more before going home. As we were leaving the mall, my friend saw a mochi stand and decided to buy a small box. She handed the cashier a two hundred peso bill, and the cashier asked if she had a twenty peso with her. She opened her wallet, and a few one-hundred bills peeked. I handed the twenty pesos as my friend and the cashier had no more spare change. She thanked me and offered to pay for our fares since she needed spare changes.
We bid our goodbyes and then parted ways. It was already six in the afternoon, yet it was not that dark as the sky was covered in pink and orange hues. I smiled at the breathtaking view and snapped a picture of it. I was walking while looking at my phone when my shoes stepped on something bumpy. I saw that it was a pink leathered wallet. I picked it up and saw a woman walking ahead of me, making a phone call. I checked the ID first, then approached her as I called her name, checking if it was hers. She turned around with a confused expression. I raised the wallet, and before I could utter a word, a sign of recognition passed by her face. She immediately checked her bag and confirmed that the wallet was hers. She smiled at me and uttered her gratefulness. I overheard her telling the other person on call, โNahulog pa wallet ko, bente na nga lang laman! Muntik pa ako mawalan ng pamasahe pang wheeler.โ I subtly chuckled along with her laughter.
I strode along the familiar path until I reached the blue gate, painted in brown once until my 8th grade. I went inside and saw my parents inside the kitchen. As soon as I smelled the aroma of sinigang, I sat on the dining and nagmano to both of them. My father placed the freshly cut fruits on the table before helping my mother bring the large bowl of sinigang for our dinner. I told them about the uncanny encounter between me and the two twenty peso bills while eating our supper. โSige gumala ka ulit bukas, baka dalawang limang daan na ang makita mo sa daan.โ And we all laughed at my motherโs remark.
๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐ฒ Abby Gale Santos
๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ Roviena Angeles
๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ Janna De Guzman