PRLOGUE :
Pasko nanaman ? , Wag nating kalimutan ang mga mahal natin sa BUHAY na OFW
Alam niyo ba ang mga nasa isip nila??
(PLAY MUSIC FIRST :D)
Musta kaya sila? Miss ko na sila.
Miss din ba nila ako? , Wag niyo sana kaming kalimutan ,
pasensiya na kung hindi ako nakakatawag agad , OVERTIME ako sa trabaho ehh
pasensiya na kung Maliit lang nabibigay ko , Ginagawa ko naman ang lahat
Pasensiya na kung hindi ko kayo nakakamusta , Para sainyo ito
Pasensiya na kung wala akong Regalo ngayong pasko , Nagtatrabaho paako
Kahit ba na wala ako diyan , PInagdiriwang niyo ba ang kaarawan ko?
ok lang saakin kung babatiin niyo ako basta naalala niyo
kung ano mang nangyari saakin na masama , sana wag kayong magalit PARA sainyo toh
Wag niyo sang ISIPIN kahit nasa ibang bansa ako MAYAMAN NA TAYO
wag niyo sana ipagkaait saakin na kung BAKIT WALA PARIN AKONG NAIBIBIGAY SAINYO
ABROAD
MASARAP PAKINGGAN DIBA?
Pero dito natin mararanasan ang hirap at pagod na di mo inaasahan
Basta LAGI NIYONG TATANDAAN ANG BUHAY NAMIN DITO AY PARA SAINYO
NAGHIHIRAP
NAGPAPAGOD
NALULUNGKOT
"WALANG SALITANG PAGOD NA AKO SA ISANG MAGULANG NA OFW ,
BASTA PARA SA KINABUKASAN ng ANAK LAHAT KINAKAKAYA GAANO MAN KAHIRAP "
MAHAL NA MAHAL NAMIN KAYO <3
I have some Sad story that makes you cry
I was rushing around trying to get the Black Friday bargains before they were gone. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. Then I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about nine years old.
He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand!
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story.
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was six years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I wondered.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
"How loudly did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.
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END . I hope you can RELATE
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