She goes about in her skipping steps humming an unintelligible song only she knows. In the breaking of early morn,she greets it like a chirruping bird.
"Good morning lolo! Good morning lola!",she goes greeting the two-old timers sitting by the waiting shed.
This brings a smile to the old couple who had to sit by this shed day after day watching the world pass by. It had seemed decades ago since they last heard a child greet her elders. At their age,they had watched technology ripen into an incoherent language it was most maddening. The children nowadays and their jejemon language was too much for these two old people who had been left behind by time.
So to find this small ray of sunlight singing delightedly to her heart's content was a treasure. She looks as fresh as the morning dew. Or so they thought,because funny that it had just rained at dawn that day. They greet her in return affectionately.
She goes on with her day in her usual mischievous self,asking questions even the angels in heaven would not have found an answer. But she is so adorable,adults couldn't resist answering a question or two they soon discover to their exasperation. To which she would reward them with endless giggling.
Almost a day would pass when you'd find her still skipping along the street corner. Hair held in a simple pony tail,in her light blue shirt and dark blue maong shorts with only a smile to adorn her mischievous face. With that same smile,she greets every old person she meets along the way with a booming 'good morning!' at 5:30 in the afternoon. At 3 years old,she still couldn't distinguish well the difference between morning and afternoon. Only that there's light during day and darkness during night. Nevertheless,her smile and heartfelt greeting always warms every granny's heart.
Her humming can still be heard from a distance as a booming 'good morning!' explodes around the bend. She must've cornered another granny. Her mother is grateful that each granny doesn't seem to mind each endearment from this child. Her mother lets her be anyway. She doesn't have the heart to tell her they're not her actual grandparents and that they ought to be left alone. Her daughter's happiness is reason enough to keep such things to herself. If time is what will take for her daughter to realize matters as this,she can always wait.
The grandparents have only as much time in their hands to enjoy a rainy morning with a cup of coffee and a skipping little ray of sunshine.
"Good morning lolo! Good morning lola!",she goes greeting the two-old timers sitting by the waiting shed.
This brings a smile to the old couple who had to sit by this shed day after day watching the world pass by. It had seemed decades ago since they last heard a child greet her elders. At their age,they had watched technology ripen into an incoherent language it was most maddening. The children nowadays and their jejemon language was too much for these two old people who had been left behind by time.
So to find this small ray of sunlight singing delightedly to her heart's content was a treasure. She looks as fresh as the morning dew. Or so they thought,because funny that it had just rained at dawn that day. They greet her in return affectionately.
She goes on with her day in her usual mischievous self,asking questions even the angels in heaven would not have found an answer. But she is so adorable,adults couldn't resist answering a question or two they soon discover to their exasperation. To which she would reward them with endless giggling.
Almost a day would pass when you'd find her still skipping along the street corner. Hair held in a simple pony tail,in her light blue shirt and dark blue maong shorts with only a smile to adorn her mischievous face. With that same smile,she greets every old person she meets along the way with a booming 'good morning!' at 5:30 in the afternoon. At 3 years old,she still couldn't distinguish well the difference between morning and afternoon. Only that there's light during day and darkness during night. Nevertheless,her smile and heartfelt greeting always warms every granny's heart.
Her humming can still be heard from a distance as a booming 'good morning!' explodes around the bend. She must've cornered another granny. Her mother is grateful that each granny doesn't seem to mind each endearment from this child. Her mother lets her be anyway. She doesn't have the heart to tell her they're not her actual grandparents and that they ought to be left alone. Her daughter's happiness is reason enough to keep such things to herself. If time is what will take for her daughter to realize matters as this,she can always wait.
The grandparents have only as much time in their hands to enjoy a rainy morning with a cup of coffee and a skipping little ray of sunshine.
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