23/06/2025
A House Full of Ashes, A Heart Full of Grief ๐ ๐ฅ
Yesterday, the world grew a little darker.๐
A fire broke out in a quiet neighborhoodโa house, small and humble, was reduced to ash and ruin. But it wasnโt just the home that was lost. Inside that house were two locked angels. Waiting for their parents to return. Waiting to be fed. To be held. To be safe.
But they never had that chance again.
The fire, heartless and fast, took them before their parents could come home. The cries of the children, the crackling of wood, the panic of neighborsโit all came too late. When the parents returned, all they could do was collapse to the ground, screaming for the children they could no longer hold.
And what cuts deepest is knowingโthey didnโt leave out of neglect. They left out of desperation. Perhaps they were trying to earn a few coins just to afford rice for the night. Maybe they thought it was just for a while. Maybe they had no choice.
But the fire did not wait. And now, two innocent lives are gone forever.๐ฆ๐ง
This is not just a story of a tragedyโit is a cry for reflection.
โขTo the grieving parents:
We cannot pretend to understand the weight you carry now. Your pain is beyond words. And while this is not the life you wished for your children, your intention was loveโmisguided perhaps, but still love. May you find peace one day, and may this be your reminder that in this cruel world, love must always be paired with protection.
โขTo every parent reading this:
Please, pleaseโnever leave young children alone. No errand, no job, no risk is worth the price of a childโs life. Seek help. Ask a neighbor. A relative. A barangay worker. Anyone. No matter how hard life is, a childโs safety must come first. You may think youโre doing whatโs best in the moment, but life can change in seconds.
โขTo every reader:
Let this not be just another news story. Let this be the reason we look out for each other more. The reason we offer help when we see struggling parents. The reason we build safer communities. Poverty should never cost lives. But until it doesnโt, we must be each otherโs keepers.
Tonight, two stars shine in the sky. Too young, too soon.
Let us not let their memory fade without meaning. ๐ชฝ
Tonight, We should thank God that we came home safe. And we weep for the parents who didnโt get the same ending.
Rest in peace, little ones. I hope your souls are free nowโฆ not locked in the ruins of that house, the same way your tiny bodies once were.
Fly high, sweet angels. ๐๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ
