I am standing at the seashore staring at the fishermen with their Bucket, full of dead fish.
"Sarah, come on!" My Father called.
He's one of the fishermen whose carrying they're own buckets.
As my father called me, He pointed our house.
He wants me to go home.
I nodded at him. For one more time, I glanced at the Sea.
Plastics are everywhere. Metals and rubbers are everywhere too, but plastics and cellophanes are in common. I sight.
When i turn to 7 years old, my father asked me to come with him cause he's going to our from which is located at the next baranggay. I said yes to him cause i also want to look, what it is look like.
But when we arrived, I saw the situation of the farm. I am not sure if it still called Farm, Cause there are so many trees that was cut without a replacement.
I look around and saw so many Plastics around. I was confused that time.
I turn 9, my Father ask me to come with him cause he said he will going to teach me how to catch fish like a pro.
"yes father! I want to come with you cause i want to learn how to catch fish!" I said.
When my father sailed our boat, i was smiling. Afterwards, Father stopped the boat. Then i saw a lot of fishermen whose throwing dynamites on coral reef just to get Fishes.
There is also lot of Plastics floating on the sea.
My smile faded.
I felt my heart ache. I didn't expect that the ocean will be this dirty.
"Sarah? Are you ok?" Father asked. I smiled at him and told him that i am fine because i don't want him to make him worry.
On that day, he teaches me how to throw a dynamite on the sea and how to throw the net to catch the fishes after bombing them.
For two years, i used to do it. Until one day, while we sailed back on the seashore, i saw a lot of Police waiting for someone.
As we arrived, the police came to my Father and other fishermen and told us that they was blottered by someone cause they are fishing illegally and for not throwing garbage properly.
And that is the last time a saw my father. I cried all nigh knowing that he was jailed.
But after that day, there are some Voluntary cleaners who cleaned the mess of our baranggay. The plastics and trashs were gone.
It is all cleaned.
After a year, my father was released from the jail and says,
"Child, im sorry for teaching you wrong Habits. Im sorry for what i did, when i was in jail, I realized that We should love our mother earth more than we loved ourselves for it is the place where we live, this is the place were we born"
Then, i realized how important, throwing Garbage properly is.
