When I was ten, my family moved to a different house so I also moved to a different school. In that school, I met a friend who is like me, left out from the group because I was new and he, at such a tender age, was rather eccentric. I share with him my waterbottle or my pack of juice drink, I let him bite on my sandwich or I save him an extra pack of crackers during recess, and we talk about anything from our favorite Tom and Jerry cartoons, to Jackie Chan, to the Hong Kong movie Magic to Win which starred, Kris Aquino, the daughter of the first female president of the Philippines. Winning his confidence and somehow, just enduring his usual bouts of moodiness, he would often draw me anything I want. I kept these drawings inserted in my father's college yearbook and would take a look at it from time to time.
I remember once during a free period, as I was reviewing for a minor test in math, he sat across me three seats apart, doing a sketch that he kept hidden from me, glancing at my direction from time to time. When I was done with my workbook, I came to him and asked him what he was sketching this time. He tore the piece of paper and threw it in the wastebasket but I went after it and paper trash spilled all over the floor, as he and I scrambled to get to it first. Finally after a desparate battle through the mess, I got the paper and was surprise when I saw that it was a caricature of me. I smiled and I saw him resigned to his seat, blushing the reddest that he could muster.
About a year and a half ago, we met again and I asked him if he still paint or sketch, I asked him if he has something for me, just like the old times. This sketch was the one I chose over the others he showed me -- Why do you think I chose it?
2 comments:
haha...sweet. reminds me of my days in grade school. :-p
Cool...I wonder what your story is. Care to share it some other time?
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