Happiness Campaign

Empty Pages

I woke up with the loud horn of a car. I had a dream, a dream that I should have never experienced. I looked around but I could not find Banoy.

"Why did he leave me here? It was so mean of him."

I decided to walk to their house. In front of the house was a car with blue and red light at the top.

"Oh, they must have some visitors. I wonder who they are," I thought to myself.

I walked straight to their door only to find his father crying together with his stepmother.

"The owner of the car surrendered to our office so, we now have him. The body of your child is already being taken care of at the funeral parlor," reported the police officer.

"Do they have another child? Who are they referring to? Where is Banoy? He didn't tell me about having a sibling."

I was climbing up the stairs when I heard the name of Banoy.

"Banoy saved me. We were about to be hit by the fast approaching car but Banoy managed to push me so hard to get away from the accident."

I remembered her. She was the little girl that Banoy helped at the park.

"I was really down that day because I couldn't sell my banana cues. No one would buy them because they thought that they were unclean because I had dirty clothes on. Banoy approached me where I sat crying and said, "Why are you crying? Please, don't cry because you will look ugly if you will continue crying." He volunteered to help me in selling my banana cues for I told him that whatever money I would get for the day will serve as my allowance for tomorrow.

I remembered that same line when I first met Banoy. I was stunned by what I saw and by what I was hearing. I wanted to clear my mind and set it to the day when we were playing at the park.

"Banoy is a good child. We knew him because he frequently went to our office to surrender things that he found on the street like wallets and even cellphones. You were lucky to have had such a kind-hearted son. May his soul rest in peace," said one of the men.

It felt as though cold water was poured all over my body. I asked myself, "Wasn't that a dream?" I lost my senses upon hearing those words. My body felt weak that even if I wanted to move I couldn't. My tears deliberately fell and I started to feel the pain. Many good memories came back, those times when we were on the park and that time when I avenged him from his bully classmates, those times when we ate together on the street and helped other people through our own simple ways. Everything started to be torn apart. All have turned into blank, the pages that we used to fill in were now empty and blank.