A week ago I went out looking for a tailoring shop that will re-size the Where The Wild Things Are shirt I ordered online.
My resident seamstress closed down her shop last year after suffering from stroke (she's ok now, no major damage) I had no choice but to look around town for a new tailoring shop which led me at The MarketPlace in Kalentong, Mandaluyong City
I met this six-year old boy named Marvin Mercado. At first, Marvin was hesitant to tell me his name, all he did was to disturb the seamstress. The nice lady didn't mind what Marvin was doing, in fact she seem to be enjoying his company. On the other hand, I felt a bit annoyed by Marvin's 'kakulitan' (naughtiness) for I wanted my shirt done immediately.
The seamstress told me it will take some time, so I asked her where to buy some snacks. The lady told Marvin to accompany me, without any hesitations, Marvin did. He knew the ins and outs of Marketplace and pointed to a 'karinderya' (cafeteria) where I ordered food for us. Thinking about my shirt, I finished my meal in a jiff and told Marvin, "lika na, baka tapos na yung t-shirt ko". Marvin replied, with a tiny tears in his eyes, "pag nakuha mo na yung pinapagawa mo di ka na babalik e". Marvin's words struck my heart and reminded me of my own childhood.
I was about Marvin's age when I met Inay. Inay is my neighbor's mother from Novaliches but Inay originally lived in Tiaong, Quezon. She only visits her daughter when her time permits. I met Inay a couple of times, and I really enjoyed whatever short time we spent talking. The last memory I had with Inay is a bit similar with that of Marvins but my crying spell was terrible and non-stop. I remember one day under that guava tree we had in our front yard, Inay told me, "uuwi na ko ng Quezon". I cried to death, while asking her, "kelan ka babalik?". That was the last time I saw Inay. She passed away a long time ago.
Sometimes we meet strangers like Marvin and Inay, and they will forever be a part of our lives. It is sad to say goodbye with strangers we feel we have connected easily, but that's just the way it is. Just like you and I, these strangers has family of their own they have to come back to.
Goodbyes make me cry so bad, but it is a necessary pace so that people can move on and reach the path they are destined to take. As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end...
...but not yet for me and Marvin! I need to go back and fulfill the promise I gave him. Before going back home I asked him what his favorite toy is. He acted out like playing a PSP. I told him, "PSP, ang mahal naman ng gusto mo!". Marvin said, "hindi, yung kotse-kotsehan na umaandar!". Ahh, yun naman pala, a remote control car...