03/09/2025
To all the teachers out there, kindly read and reflect.
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮”
My brother was so excited for their upcoming Buwan ng Wika. First request: a barong. We didn’t have one, but as an ate, I knew I had to make a way. After asking around, I was blessed to borrow one—not brand new, not fancy, but enough to make him feel proud and involved.
Next request: food for their Pista sa Nayon. Since it was a Pinoy feast, I decided to cook pancit. I woke up early, prepared it with love, wrapped it carefully, and sent him off to school. He was smiling, so ready to share it with his classmates.
After the event, I asked how it went. He was quiet. Later that night, he finally said in a sad voice:
“𝙰𝚝𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚑𝚒. ( It wasn’t even opened.)
The adviser never placed the pancit on the table. Instead, they gave it away to the guard. My brother didn’t even get to taste it—not a single bite. While others ate and enjoyed the feast, the food I lovingly prepared was left untouched, judged without being given a chance.
And then, with tears welling in his eyes, he told me:
“𝚂𝚊𝚐𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊, 𝙰𝚝𝚎. 𝙳𝚒 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚍.”(It’s okay, Ate. I won’t join programs like that anymore.)
💔 That line broke me.
It wasn’t just about the pancit—it was about effort, excitement, and a child’s wish to belong. Instead, he went home carrying disappointment. A memory no child should have to keep.
I don’t need to address this to the adviser anymore. Maybe there was a reason behind the decision—perhaps there were too many dishes already, or maybe the school had its own arrangement for the food. I will choose to respect that.
But what I cannot accept is the way it made my brother feel—that what he brought wasn’t “good enough,” that his effort and excitement didn’t matter.
Sometimes it’s not the big things, but the little ones that leave the deepest wounds. A single decision from an adult can make a child feel seen—or invisible. It costs nothing to honor effort. But to ignore it? That’s a scar that lingers.
To every teacher, adviser, or adult guiding children—please remember: the food, the costume, the project may be simple, but behind it is a child’s pride and a family’s love. And those things always deserve a place at the table.
🖋️ctto