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Filipino Translation of Modernong Tradisyon Sa Teknolohiya at Epekto, and Bintana
Filipino Translation of Modernong Tradisyon Sa Teknolohiya at Epekto, and Bintana
By: Lacrimosa
I always see him staring outside the window from their small house.
Spacing out and seems to have deep thoughts. These are the moments that
I get to watch him, everyday since they moved in a month ago. It seems to
me that he’s scared because I have never seen her go out or talk to anyone
else.
“Here. Bring this to our neighbor, tell them it’s from us so you can
meet him.” Mother told me. I moved fast. I went out the house and wore my
brother’s huge slippers and hurriedly went to the neighbor that I only see
from the window.
“My mother asked me to give you this. We are the ones living in
front.” I explained with a little bit of regret because the one who came out
was not the one I was expecting, that’s why that day I went home
disappointed. I was contented at catching a glimpse of him peacefully
looking outside the window.
One, two, three, and a few more times that I tried to catch a meet him
closely, but I failed. Here I slowly felt inkling in my gut feeling for this
person that I only see from the window. There’s something about his
personality that keeps on entering my mind, but it’s vague. Sometimes I
think that it’s like a situation when I’m alone and no one is looking, there is
something that changes in my personality.
One day, I saw the old woman leave, that’s why I hurriedly went to
Mom. “Mom, do we have anything to give to our neighbor?” I asked
immediately. I took what Mom gave me, went out of the house, using my
older brother’s huge slippers and flew towards their home.
“How are you? I’m Luis, your neighbor from across the street. What’s
your name?” I quickly said. I noticed that his eyes are swollen from crying
and there are some bruises on his body, but beside that I was excited about
his first words.
“Martin.” One small word from him and for the first time I went home
with a smile on my face.
This happened many times, until I slowly got to know him even more.
He is “Martine dela Cruz, fourteen years old. His mother passed away when
he was ten years old.
Since then his grandmother took care of him. His father had another
wife a few months after. Since then, the inkling I felt grew even stronger for
him.
One afternoon, passed one, I got to talk to him inside their house. “I
just noticed, why do you have bruises and wounds on your body and face
sometimes?” I saw his face turned to anger and sadness, but I saw that he
tried to answer my question.
“What are you doing? It’s too much already!” I shouted Martin who at
the time was seriously coloring my face. Since that day, Martin’s little house
became the witness of our full change. We found strength in each other and
it seems to be the perfect happiness is what we were feeling. My Mom
doesn’t know, not my older brothers, and especially not my Dad. Only
Martin, his grandmother and their home became my real world. After all this
I return to the world that traps the truth that only us knows.
And Martin, the happiness in him can be clearly seen. His dad doesn’t
go to them anymore and became contented with just sending money. Maybe
they are right, we were trapped in a personality that we will never
understand.
It was nighttime when Martin’s Dad came. He was drunk and had a
bad day. He saw his face had makeup on and instantly hurt him. “Stop it,
Dad!” Martin’s only response, but he didn’t stop until he died.
I saw Martin’s lifeless body take out, I felt so much pain and sorrow.
It’s gone- the inkling I feel is gone.