“I’m going to throw away the kittens! We cannot afford to feed a lot of cats!”

“But, Pa, they will die out there!”

“I don’t care. I cannot stand them anymore.”

“Please, Pa, let them grow until they weaned.”

“Ok. That’s a deal. If you don’t rid of those cats, I’ll be the one.”

After a few months, one day, when everybody got home, the mother was looking for the two other kittens. It was only one that’s left, and the skinniest. She asked her daughter when she came home.

“The other two kittens are missing. Don’t you think that big stray cat killed them?”

“No, I left them alone outside the house. They will be all right, I hope. At least they’re in the neighborhood. They will survive. I’d prefer that than Papa leaving them still little babies who are dependent of their mother’s milk, and would surely die when left alone.”

“Hmm… Another addition to the stray cats family.”

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It was Christmas day. Visitors come and go. After lunch, her daughter told her that she is going out to see her boyfriend. She was a little adamant about the idea of her going out on Christmas day. “It is suppose to be family day,” she replied without a word but decided to let her go. This is with the condition that she must be back sooner.

At two o’clock there were no visitors so she took a nap on the sofa. She must have dozed off because she was not awakened by her daughter returning from the mall. When she sat, still not oblivious of the people in the house, her daughter came out of the dining room and gave her a brown bag. “Ma, our Christmas gift to you.” It was a big surprise. She felt very happy and guilty at the same time.

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Crystal climbs on her lap. She is the only thing left for her to go on with life. The most beautiful experience actually. After her mother died, nobody was left. She does not know any of their kins. Life was meaningless, empty, and dry. Her love relations with the opposite sex were never successful. Everything is a failure it seems.

One day, a friend came carrying a baby in her arms, asking her to take care of the little angel. She indeed looked like an angel the first time she saw her. And she is until now. In fact, she is really the angel of her life. God must have had sent her to tell her that life does not suck after all.

It was the magic of crystal that changed her into a new being, one that is ready to face the pointed shafts of the world.

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He was so drunk that he slept sitting on that corner. But he sat straight, with head resting by the chin, arms folded, and legs in position. He was the only one who can sit that perfect when drunk. He was silent and did not snore.

Midnight came and he was still in that corner. His wife did not bother looking for him. She must have known that he will be sleeping sound wherever he is. It was not sure if she knows that he can sleep while sitting.

During that time, too, a thief who frequents the place was on his way, looking for anything that would be useful to him. But as he approaches the corner, he saw the drunken man. He got alarmed, and had second thoughts of continuing. He continued anyway.

As he got near, the drunken man grunted as his legs shifts position. The thief ran away. The drunken man continued the drunken reverie.

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One Christmas, when the little girl went with her father to visit relatives, they were asked to eat and have a fill before they leave. Serving dishes were laid before them, placed on the center table of the living room. Among the food is the sumptuous spaghetti. There is also lumpiang sariwa egg-wrapped with lettuce.

The little girl stared at the food in amazement. How does she eat these food? Her father is busy talking to the relative and she is very shy to ask. After a decision was made, she first got herself a piece of lumpiang sariwa, unwrapped it and spooned the contents. She set aside on top of the table the egg wrap. Later, she decided to have a taste of the spaghetti. This, too, looks strange to her, not the usual spaghetti her mother cooks in catsup.

As soon as the spoonful spaghetti landed on her tongue, she spat. Everybody was startled. Her father, very ashamed, asked her what the matter was. She whispered, “The spaghetti is not good, it does not taste like the delicious spaghetti Ma cooks for us.”

Merry Christmas,

everyone!!!

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