My Sweetest Downfall

Chapter 6

The day was like any other normal, boring day to a kid who wasn't able to play outside. But, for me, it wasn't as boring anyone would think it would be. It was the day I could go with my dad to his office and see what he does.

It was an early morning and we were still in the Philippines. The only branch of Paper Moon Inc. in the whole country was found in Makati. It is a city in every way you know, just like a Philippine version of New York or something. We lived in a condominium by Sta. Ana, Manila which made our lives easier; and because Manila had this major, humid heat, day and night, I became an asthmatic that troubled my parents a lot. The result, I was seldom allowed to even go play games that involved a lot of movement like running.

Okay, back to the real topic. We reached Paper Moon Inc. just in time for my dad to be at an important meeting. The smell of ink being printed on paper reached the halls. The aroma of brewed coffee and the sound of the keys of the keyboard lurked around the whole building. I held my dad's hand tightly as we walked towards his office, receiving a lot of greeting from his coworkers. My dad must have been such a friendly guy for this much people to even notice him reach work, and comment on how he never misses a minute late from the time he'd state he reach the office.

I was playing around with my Medium Auburn hair, twisting it around to create some loops and knots. I was a kid; you can't blame me for doing some idiotic stuff. We reached my father's office and it was such a beauty. I ran around as I giggled, observing the papers and displays my father had put in his office. It was a whole room, for crying out loud. And it was so beautiful.

There were these small glass cubes that had my father's name implanted inside of it. There these set of metallic balls that hung on metal strings that if you let one of the balls at the end swing, the other end will, too. But what I found most intriguing was that every drawing I have ever given to him was placed on his wall, with magnets supporting it.

My father chuckled as he carried me around. He let me sit down on his chair by the desk, with pieces of blank papers and crayons prepared at the top. "Okay, Scarlet. Daddy's just going to attend a meeting. So stay here first, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

My dad smiled and gave me a soft pat in the head. "Now, don't touch anything here, okay? These are daddy's stuff, and I'll need them for work. They are very important. But, if you needanything, maybe when you get hungry or thirsty, just tell Ms. Jane over there, okay?" My dad pointed out to his secretary just outside his room.

"Roger that, sir," I smiled, saluting my hand goofily as I tried to impersonate a soldier.

My dad gave me a kiss on the forehead as he went out.

I grabbed a pencil and scribbled my way into the blank piece of paper lying on my father's desk. It's what every kid does, anyway, and I wasn't able to escape that hobby until that age. And I was kind of impressed that I drew great for my age. I am proud to have drawn more than just a square house with a triangle roof, and with the sun on the very corner of the paper.

The seconds started to pass, to minutes, to hours. And suddenly, I started to feel uneasy, crossing my legs rapidly, and unable to keep steady on my seat. I could feel it about to burst since I was holding this for quite a while, telling myself that I'd just finish one more drawing and then I'd go, but I ended up doing another one, forgetting to go to the rest room.

I stood up hurriedly as I started to walk in a fast pace to Ate Jane, when I found her gone from her desk table. I sighed in annoyance and hurriedly looked around me, looking for anyone not that busy. I tried to tap some people but they'd either just pass by me or tell me not to bother them. Seriously, how can you not give even 5 seconds just to lead a kid to the rest room?