trampled hopes... no, seriously.

Mood: ALT + 058 + ALT + 040 (it's not supposed to be like this)

"A mother wakes up in the morning, sees no food to feed her son, and no money in her pocket except for a few coins enough for fare. She wakes her son and invites him for a long walk to a place where they can find some hope of a better life. This place is about a few kilometers away, but she'd rather walk the distance with her son to spend some quality time with him (and to save the few last coins in her pocket for atleast a piece of pandesal or two for their lunch). As they arrive to their place of hope, they see multitudes of people waiting for the same thing. they queue in: they squeeze, brawl and join the anticipation to have the chance of being in front of the crowd. a scream! panic breaks lose! the mother tries all her best to shelter her child from the stampede. the crowd loses control, and people run from all directions. a few minutes later: food everywhere, shoes and slippers scattered in the area, bodies bruised and hurt, and the child... frantically losing hope. crying in vain to wake up his mother lying on the street -- but she won't."

i woke up this morning hearing the news of how 61 people died from a stampede. they just wanted to get tickets for a noontime show's anniversary. all they wanted was to have that ticket of hope of entering the venue: to get the chance, though slim, of winning any of the prizes they had at stake. but sadly, 61 individuals lost their lives, and 61 families mourn for their loss, together with their hope for a better life and a brighter future.

life shouldn't be like this. it's just not supposed to be like this. hope is not supposed to be staked at a ticket in exchange for one's life. it's just not right.

... "the child had nothing to begin with, but now he's a boy with seemingly nothing more to lose." who will help him?




Thought chain: i was inspired to write you this story from the news of The Philippine Daily Inquirer which you can find here. The background of the story of the boy is purely fictional. But the boy who lost his mom in the stampede is ALL TRUE. my heart cries for him.