I went there not knowing what my main purpose was. I just felt like it was the best thing to do. Perhaps I was seeking refuge or just a mere sign of sympathy. I still shiver with fear just thinking about how I managed to escape but at the same time felt overwhelming gratitude just for being alive. I was obviously torn.
She was seated across me; her eyes big and questioning that I couldn’t help but come out of my invisible shield. I smiled at her and she smiled back, shyly. I excused myself and went out. She immediately followed.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Daffodil.”
“That’s a nice name. I’m also named after a flower. I’m Rose.”
She fidgeted with my bag while I heard a woman’s stifled cry in the other room. I presume it’s her Mom. Good thing, the little girl did not notice. I shouldn’t let her.
“Do you like to dance?”
“No.”
“Ahhh… you like to sing then.”
She nodded eagerly.
“Who’s your favorite singer? Sarah Geronimo?”
“No, I don't like her songs. I like the song ‘I believe’”.
“What’s that?”
She started to sing in her sweet little voice, “I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside…”
The usually glum and dark room seemed to lit up, filled with a hopeful melody. I didn’t shed a single tear throughout the terrible incident nor even after it. But as I found myself singing with her, my tears fell down - one by one.
“Give them a sense of pride to make it easier. Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be…”
It was the same song I used to sing as a child. It was my favorite. And hearing it now, sung by a four-year old seemed to me as more of a coincidence.
“The greatest love of all is easy to achieve – learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.”
I was speechless for quite some time. I couldn’t believe that there I was, defeated with distress and self-pity being rescued by a four-year old girl. I was so messed up and almost giving up but she was still full of hope. I felt like a child again – seeing with her eyes. The world was perfect and I was safe and protected in a shell of parental love. How I wish it was still the case for the both of us.
She waved goodbye as I tried to force a smile. I wished things could have been different – for her and for me. I wished nightmares didn’t come to life and children are spared of life’s cruelties. I wish we can go through this and emerge unbroken and strengthened. How I wished I met her at a different place. I wished as hard as I could - I wished for her more than for me.
After filing my case, I walked out of CIDG’s Women and Children’s Protection Division - a place filled with women and children who are physically and sexually violated. I went there not knowing what my main purpose was. What I didn’t know was in that desolate room often filled with shattered dreams and defeated spirits, is where I will find one of my life’s purposes. After hearing Daffodil's story - how she was sexually abused in her own home, I found the strength to carry on and start all over. God has led me there and sent His angel to help me realize the reason behind it all.
For the first time after the incident, I felt a sense of peace as Daffodil’s gentle voice continued to echo in my mind.
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we have to talk soon girl. anong nangyari? - mia
nakakapigil hininga naman story mo girl, hope your'e ok now... you were surely given a message through the girl.. trust in synchronicity!
The Warrior and the Child looks to be a good account and it offers a good story as well to the readers. You can find such type of academic writing or tales online that offers the readers a good time as well as wisdom while they read it.
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