Today I was talking to my little nephew Zion and he shoots me all these questions…
Zion: Tita, why don’t you like to come home?
Me: No, of course I like to come home.
Zion: Why then? The airplane did not come to get you?
Me: No, I was the one who did not ride the airplane.
Zion: You are staying there nalang?
Me: No, of course I’m coming home. I want to see you.
Zion: Mommy said you’re coming April 4. Are you staying there matagal pa?
Me: No, just wait for me. I’ll come home.
Zion: We’ll wait very long?
I choke back tears.
How can I tell you, little boy, that the world you’re living in has very cruel people – people who exploit others, especially those under them, people who lie, who break their promises even before making them.
How can I tell you, little boy, that the airplane waited for me, but my passport was held in the hands of a man who is so opportunistic he sees his people as toys.
How can I tell you, little boy, that I too have the same question,
Will I wait very long?