His journey

There's this one little boy I know. He is very transparent. He is pure and innocent. He has this genuine smile. He smiles when you tickle his face. He giggles when you pop his toys. He laughs when he hears Spongebob and Mr. Penguin. He cackles when something colorful moves around his face, especially his green furry frog toy. He is very simple. He is not hard to please. He responds in a very simple manner and demands for little attention. These are the things that I like about him.

There's this one little boy I know. He is very lovable. He knows when someone new is around him. He can make you feel that he really likes you in the way that you least expect. He turns his head when you call him. He becomes a snob when he doesn’t like something. He goes to sleep when you stretch him. He stiffens when he’s excited. He coos when he’s in pain. He becomes excited when being played with. These are the things that  I discovered about him.

There's this one little boy I know. He sleeps most of the time. He stays idle for several hours a day. At times, he attempts to play even without toys but there are times when he just watches television. He loves simple things – Spongebob, furry toy, tickle, his mama, and pillows, all of them. These are the moments that I love about him.

There's this one little boy I know. He knows me- I know that even though he does not tell me. He cackles when I enter the room. He closes his mouth when I tap it. He listens when I sing a song.  He turns his head towards me when I hang my hair. He laughs when play with his toys. These are the memories which I always remember about him.

There's this one little boy I know. He cannot talk. He cannot walk, sit alone or even crawl. He cannot eat by mouth. He cannot call his mama to tell he wants something or if he’s in pain. He cannot play with his own toys. He cannot play with his siblings. He cannot greet me when I greet him. He sees everything but he cannot respond pretty well. He stiffens most of the time.  He’s in pain. I know he is… I know his mother knows that very well. Even so, he can still project his genuine smile. He can still laugh at simple things. I know it hurts when I put on his ankle splint and even when I stretch his feet. I know it is… Even so he smiles often. It’s as if all the physical pain easily subsides.

There's this one little boy I know. However, I think I really don’t know him that well. I don’t know if he’s hurt emotionally. I don’t know what he thinks when he sees his brother playing beside him. I don’t know when I will stop whenever he attempts to shout when I hold his hands. I don’t know… but I really want to understand him. I want to connect with him. I know that he lets me but it is too difficult. I can’t read his mind well. Yet I can see his genuine expressions.

There's this one little boy I know. He is my patient. He is somewhat my friend. He is my student. He’s 10 years old. He lies on his bed and plays idly throughout the day. He can hardly move his body especially when he stiffens. His mother knows these facts very well…that he has Cerebral Palsy. She deeply cares and loves him. She gives his need. She gives her time. She sacrifices everything for him. In the same manner, I give my time. I’m trying to know him more. I care for him.

There's this one little boy I know and God knows him very well. Maybe He knows what he needs this time more than what his mother and I see when we are with him. Probably, He does not want anymore sufferings. He wants everyone to be free and happy.

There's this one little boy I knew. I know he loved the people around him even if he doesn’t say a thing. I know that he wanted to say goodbye properly. I know somehow he was thankful to everyone for being part of his journey.  I think I know that now…He’s an angel for each and everyone of us. Now… I know what he wishes. Now, I understand. He wants to rest now.

And because of that…I will miss him.

CABella
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