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Once there was a pale light flickering in the street
A dog whose leg are impossible to bend
And a man whose only friend is the cup in his hand
Three souls wanders at night, alone and cold,
Away from the crowd, shivering and bold
Then each crossed path under the bridge and sat down the river reeds.
The three couldn't speak what others could
But they each understand the language they didn't spoke
And so they watched how the moon changed,
From crescent to full, till it is not there.
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Yano's poem came to mind for Nyebe. It caused a schism in his cranium, a small break between his veins. "It's wonderful, you know," he whispered, trying to suppress his hyperactive expression with a smile and a laugh.
"It's supposed to be sad." "There's nothing lovely about that," Yano answered.
"Aren't you supposed to shut down the shop? " Liz speculated, unconcerned about what the two had just spoken.
"Not unless you leave the shop."
Outside the shop, Liz grabbed Nyebe's shoulder and insisted on making snow angels, saying, "Let's try this!”
Nyebe is hesitant to do so; the snow is beautiful, but knowing there are thrashes beneath is unnerving. "I'll decline."
Liz is disappointed but not shocked, "Ok, just hold my phone and film a video of me," she says as she jumps into the not-so-thick sheet of snow, lays on the ground, and begins moving his hands and feet from left to right, she appears happy and enjoying herself. She felt slightly gooey yet crumbly rock as she waved her palm back and forth. When she discovered it was frozen dog poo, her delighted expression turned angry and horrified.
"That's why I'm not joining you." Nyebe laughs loudly
Liz is in pain and begs Yano to let her use their restroom, "Please! "Her red sleeves had crumbs on them, which could be mistaken for snow with a subtle yellow hue."
He laughed a little but allowed her use the restroom, then strolled outside and noticed Nyebe seated by the path walk. He joins him and takes a seat beside him. "How are you doing?" Do you still take warm baths?”
“Yeah, I do, it’s something I couldn’t get off myself you know.”
“Isn’t it amazing how time flies so quickly, like a spec of snow that melts as soon as you touch it.”
–“And all we could ever do is watch it fade from our grasp.” Nyebe finished his sentence like a twain of his soul entwined in present. Then, they were silent. Watching the crowd ran and play in the snow.
When a child in torn clothes and holding an empty instant noodle cup approaches them and asks, "Kuya, do you have extra change?" " as he lifted his hands. His cheeks are blackened with ashes, and his hands, while black from foraging in the trash, already have purple fingertips. His lips are chapped, and his speech is stuttering.
Nyebe could barely afford him a glance before pulling a five-peso coin from his pocket and placing it in the cup. Yano removed his jacket and handed it to the shivering child. "Where has your parent gone?" " he inquires.
The child stares at him with embarrassed eyes, refusing to make eye contact. "They're out looking for food with my younger sister." Do you have ten pesos, Kuya? Please, I need something to eat, it's just getting chilly but I worry it'll grow worse later," he said, shaking the cup in his palm. You could tell how little he'd saved from begging on the street.
Nyebe, as cold as he is, asked the boy how he planned to spend the money; he joked that instead of buying food, he would use it to buy drugs and hit it up when he got home. He was skeptical, but Yano was disgusted by his old friend's reaction to the child. Perhaps Nyebe is still unaware of how serious this is, how hunger would run through his pampered stomach, because how can he comprehend the struggle when foods are delivered at his table without thinking about where and how they came there? Some people fight and battle for a piece of bread at their table, which is shared in a dimly lit room or under a street light. Yano clenched his teeth and welcomed the child to the store. When the child declined, he explained that he needed to return to his parents and get some hot Lugaw for his family. And as he quickly set off, the wind blew so hard that even the leaves and twigs were caught in it. The child appears colder now, and Nyebe saw that Yano is shivering as well, colder than the child. He approaches him as Yano approaches the boy.
"Come on, let me make you some hot chocolate and we'll wait until the storm passes," he offered, stretching out his hands. The boy appears colder; his feet are exposed from the snow, and his slippers are broken, leaving his toes exposed.
"I can't move," the child said, frostbitten. Yano ran up to him and attempted to bring him back, but Nyebe stopped him and offered to carry the child instead. They just nodded to each other, as if the frozen kiss had sealed their lips shut.
"Hey, are you all right?" "A distant feminine voice is heard, "I have an extra jacket if you like," Liz understands their silence as she braves the rain holding a furred jacket. She strapped it on Yano's back and led him back to the store.
One neighbor noticed them carrying each other, a large tall man with a drunken stomach and tattoos in Baybayin on his shoulder. Nyebe couldn't understand what was written since he didn't have time to ponder the minor aspects. He approached them gently, holding a blanket. "Here," he declares. Wrapping the youngster in a blanket and carrying him back to the store.
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