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Note: This post published 4 years ago, titled: What Now? Our Youth. I decided to Edit because I feel it is very timely to post again and brought relevant issue in Parenting.
The rain pours heavily and there are people running in the street with newspaper cover in the head, some are using umbrella and some are not. The street is busy everybody wants to go home.
It is so hard to go home now, I can’t even ride on a taxi. “Oh my! Where are you now? You are always late, not now!” I am thinking of my brother who is going to fetch me. I feel like crying because I feel so tired and really want to take a rest, my hand is full of plastic bags with all my extra sort of income in there, and on the other hand is my umbrella. I am almost wet, cold and starving.
The situation is getting worse because the rain continuously pours and the wind becoming stronger. As I look around, number of stranded increasingly growing. I feel irritated with what I see. Ah! With the weather like this, some are becoming optimistic for gaining more income, some are clashed with a taxi.
My attention caught by a child standing at the other side of the street looking in a restaurant, I see the envy on his eyes; as I can see the boy is starving and cold. I can see in his eyes that he wishes that someone will give at least a small amount from their plate. He goes inside the restaurant begging for food but the person in charged push him away.
“Hey! Go away! The beggar is not allowed inside.”
I forgot what I feel a while ago because the scene caught my interest, I honestly feel mad about it; it is really need to push him away? In my assessment the boy is 10 to 12 years old. I saw him going to the cars parked near in a restaurant on the other side of the street and ask for a penny.
” Sir! Please, just a penny for bread I am hungry.” He said.
But the man pushes him away and look at him like he was a disease carrier. Stay away from me! You’re so dirty.
My eyebrow rise in dismay, I don’t know what is exactly I feel for him but one thing is for sure I am feeling angry with the man.
I call the boy and I shared some of the breads that I bought for my youngest sister, he grabs it and say thank you. My heart filled with different emotions. The boy is thin, you can assists that he doesn’t have enough nutrients in the body, he stands 5’0 ft, thin wearing ragged, thin t-shirts, no caps or jackets and no umbrella or raincoat. I saw him chilling and freezing because of the weather.
I look into his eyes, I see so many emotions that don’t know how to voice out or don’t want to because nobody wants to hear. I admired his determination to live with dignity because he asked instead of doing something bad in order to survive. And I am wondering why at his age he lives in the street and suffer this kind of life. Even I don’t want to feel pity for him because I know this is the least thing I could share to him.
” Boy what is your name? Where are your parents?” I asked him while waiting for a taxi to loosen up my temper. I’m still mad because of what happened a while ago.
He said Chad. I am waiting him to add some more about him but he is keeping his mouth shut. I looked at him trying to analyze his every action.
“How old are you?” I am trying to make a conversation between us; I forgot my temper instantly my interests of knowing him increasingly increased. But he bid goodbye and run fast to call passengers for the Jeepney.
While I am on my way home I fall to a deeper thought and emotions; I don’t know if it is anger or dismay. Still I am thinking about the boy named Chad. And behind my mind I become judgmental about the boy parents. Where are they? Why there are children like him lives in the streets or working in the streets or asking penny just to survive? I fall to so many questions and wanted to go back and asked him all of it.
And I don’t know if it is the weather brought me with this kind of emotions because I feel bad and keep asking myself why our government don’t have the programs for children’s like him?
On the next day, I decided to tour around, I have nothing much to do on that day. I went to church to pray. This place gives me an inspiration, hope and peace. I looked around hoping I will be able to meet Chad again.
I can see lots of street children asking for a penny, vendors selling flowers and some are selling candles, TokNeneng (egg coated by flour then fried) and other street foods.
I took a deep breath because I feel sudden flow of emotions to all children working instead of studying in school. Children deprived of youth and early learned how to work just to survive. Children should have been playing more and enjoy being young.
I asked one of the children selling “sampaguita”, because I wanna heard her story instead of going to school? Where are your parents? She answered, His father died early and her mother got sick. I asked about her siblings and she answered me as the eldest out of six she is responsible for their needs.
I stared at her, I can relate to what she feels because I came on that situation and the difference was, I was 19 back then and have the capacity to work.
I was able to interview the three other children who sell Sampaguita and based on their answers some of the reasons are having so many kids and don’t have the power to support their needs. Unemployed and some are just plain irresponsible parents.
What are OUR Basic Duty as Parents?
We, Parents have the responsibility to:
- Support our children
- To give their basic needs such as food, shelter and clothes
- To teach them the good values where they can use someday
- Mold and develop them to a safer environment
- Give them the best education
- And lastly, let them feel and experience the wonder of being kids
What will happen to our future? Yes, it is true that our government has the responsibility to give us jobs, to give us a better life, but we are not going to wait for something from others or a miracle hoping someday everything will be fine. I feel so sad that there are so many children like Chad who needs to work at their younger age to survived instead of going to school and mold their future.
I am a parent now, If times get tough, I will sell “TokNeneng”, Dried Fish or anything on the street just to raise my child and give him the best future a parent could ever give to their child.
I know it is not an easy task to become a parents. Parenthood does not end with the birth of our baby. It has affiliates responsibility to our children to shape them, mold them to become better and someday become good citizens of our country, because they are our hope and our future.
- Street Children or Irresponsible Parent (socyberty.com)