original stories mainly of a dark nature
mga kuwentong masarap pagsaluhan sa dilim.
This is a collection of one shot short stories written in Filipino.
Ano man ang inyong piliing basahin, sana ay matagpuan ninyo ang kilabot na inyong hinahanap
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"You're just a kid," said Grandma. "Don't be like your foolish mom who got pregnant early and left you here for me to take care of."
But what has that got to do with me, or how I feel about him?
All I ever wanted was to watch him whenever he passes by.
To catch the memory of his smile to accompany me when I'm lonesome at night.
To hear his soft voice, though the name he's calling is someone else's.
Is it wrong to long for a love that I have never felt from the ones closest to me?
That is why, this Valentine's day, I decided to approach him and tell him how I feel.
"Mr. Simpson. I really like you." I told the 3rd grade teacher.
He smiled sweetly, and this time, it was meant only for me.
"You're Nelly from 7th grade, right?" he asked me. "I like you a lot as well."
And what joy swelled in my heart at those words!
"So, is your grandma here to pick you up yet?"
The smile in my face faded.
"Mr. Simpson, I really mean it. I really do love you, and I want you to be my Valentine."
He gave a deep sigh.
"Nelly, you're still too young to know what falling in love really means," he told me. "But don't worry, in five, ten years or so, you would think back to this day and laugh at how foolish you were back then!"
Foolish?
Just because I'm still young, does it make everything I feel, nothing but foolish emotions?
"Is there really no way for you to love me back?" I asked him, teary eyed.
"I'm sorry, but it's really impossible..." he replied. "You're a student here, even if you're not in my class, it is still against the law to have a relationship with a minor, no matter how mature you may look or feel."
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"If that is so..." I stretched out my hands toward him. I held a small pouch of handmade candies I prepared just for him. "This is for you..." I told him. "I made them especially for you this Valentine's day. Can you please accept them, even if you can't be my date for today?"
He gave a chortle as he took the pouch.
"See, you really are still a kid!" He grinned as he popped a heart shaped candy in his mouth.
He kept smiling as I watch him eat another one, and another, until the smile was replaced with a frown.
He wobbled where he stood and reached out to grab me, before he fell on the floor.
"I thought it would never work..." I said to myself as I happily took out the big traveling bag grandma likes to use when she goes traveling.
It's a good thing Mr. Simpson was quite petit. It is one of the reasons I found him so cute and adorable. It was easy to put him in the bag and fold his limbs to fit him inside.
Now, I can finally have him as my valentine.
"I should hurry home before you wake up." I told Mr. Simpson as I pulled the zipper over his head. "We'll have so much fun when we get there! We're going to play house all night!"
