Eagle's Eyes

There is a question that keeps on knocking in my mind. That question would be , what God has in store for me? My name is Felix, Felix Arsenio, a father and a former OFW. THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE AFTER THAT FATEFUL NIGHT.

April 24 2005- My co-construction workers and I decided to have a night out after our duty in an area. It was 11:00 pm then. At the Waldiya bar in the heart of East Timor's capital Dili, my friend Geronimo, who is also a Filipino, took a spot for us. The bar offers cheap bears and snacks. As they sat in the long comfortable black chairs made out of bamboo, I was looking at my children's photo in my wallet. My wife died after she gave birth of our youngest. I have two lovely daughters. Anna, my eldest and Karen. I reminisced the day I left them. At the moment, they are living with my mom. While thinking about them, Geronimo shouted at me "Bro, what are you doing, we are supposed to have fun this night, Come on!" then I nod. He ordered three plates of crispy chicken skin and a beer made in Waldiya. It was a night of fun indeed. Karaoke here and chit-chats there. I had finished three bottles of Waldiya's beer while others had finished only two. I never thought that , this would be the last night that I've seen colors and faces.

The next day, I really had an extreme hang over from last night. I opened my eyes but it seems closed. I cannot see anything. Darkness welcomed me for the day. I shouted and Geronimo woke up. "What's the matter?" he asked with annoyance. "I can't see anything!! I CA--N'T SEE ANYTHING!" I shouted. At that very moment, the faces of my daughters draw in my mind. I am now blind. Their lives are at my shoulders. They are depending on me. How will I able to raise them In a better life if I cannot work anymore because of this blindness? Then, I shed into tears... (to be continued)