Please Keep Me As Your Childby: Hedeliza T. Martin

It was a cold December morn, when I suddenly awakened by the howling sounds that echoed throughout the room. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Those trembling sounds that lingered in my ear as I quickly ran inside.

As I reached our balcony’s end I saw something that made me terribly shocked. I saw my papa lying down on the floor filled with blood.

I ran to him as fast as I could.

Papa! Papa! Answer me!

I cried in a loud voice but he couldn’t say a word. I hugged him tightly and shrugged his shoulders to regain his consciousness but he didn’t move at all.

Papa! Who did this to you? Why will you leave me?

I rushed towards our window pane and saw the mocking faces of the policemen still holding their guns that ended the life of my papa. I cried so hard and ran back to my papa’s side.

My papa doesn’t deserve this! Is it because he is a drug lord? He only wanted me to have a well-off life that’s why he engaged in selling drugs. Who would take care of me now? Who will look after me?

Mama was gone when I was still 3. Since then, my papa was the only person who became the center of my life. And now, how will I live?

Would you like to take me as your child? Please! I’m begging you! Please keep me as your child! PLEASE!