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So Rich That All The World
Is Just My Bedroom
was born during a practice session with my coach when she asked me to write about anything under the sun
for the Regional's School's
Press Conference of 2019.

Now let me tell you why it was a topic exactly under Mr. Sun.

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The sun was smiling that day.
Not beaming just--- smiling.
It was neither sunny nor cloudy
and the world held a rather
blurry and comforting filter.
I then decided that
it was a good day to bring my siblings
Jirah, Anton, and Tyler
to the library.

But of course, they didn't read.
Are still too
childish
to discover its magic
and the powers
the act possesses.
But they did enjoy the trip.
Though I was only one interested.
They went through numerous books,
appreciating pictures,
and gawking at each of them,
and all the bright colors their eyes laid.

They were especially interested in
science and swords,
frogs and fairies,
dinosaurs and dragons,
knights and kings.

When they all burned out,
everybody,
I included,
needed one thing.
Food.
So we went out to the nearest food trailer, the classic
Philippine Big Mak
for a pair of burgers
and a pair of footlongs.

While waiting for the order,
my eyes roamed the rather calm
Andres Bonifacio Park
with its prideful monument
and a ran-down playground.
Which was probably more or less,
ancient.

Pity, the newer generation
wouldn't have as much
memories to treasure with
that playground at the heart of the city.
That was a sad truth.
Or was it?

Street children.
With their rags they proudly wear,
and their massive grins across their faces,
with their slender energetic bodies,
and their friends,
and families,
were having as much fun
as the
fed,
clothed,
sheltered,
cared,
and loved for children
playing in a brand new playground.
Maybe more.

Semicircle monkey bars
were turned upside down
and viola!
An improvised Viking Carnival Ship!

Seesaws robbed with handles
and sacks from somewhere sewed together
became makeshift tents,
forts,
castles.
Ahh... creativity and imagination.
My heart melted.

A poor pedicab driver
was even napping under them.
And it squeezed my heart so
so much,
it cried.

It ached.
For justice. For equality.

Rusty and old and holed slides
became mountains, towers,
and they provided cheer
to those climbing it
and those watching.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

Such fragile scenery.