As I look at her sleeping soundly on my palm, I begin to wonder about life’s mystery. Just looking at this tiny thing makes me feel blessed. Holding her makes me realize the connection of each living thing, the importance of life, the beauty of life. and death, even.

I begin to entertain thoughts what if I let her slip and fall from my palm. Will the little kitty die instantly? Will I squirm in horror or remain motionless because of fear? Will I be able to sleep as soundly as she is sleeping right now?

Hello, kitty. I wish you will remain as tame as you are. But it is the feline quality that will not make you as lovable as you are right now. Someday, you will not even go near me except for food.

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Nine-year old son: We studied procreation in school.

Mother: What did you learn?

Nine-year old son: I already know how you had babies.

Mother: (Nervously) And how?

Nine-year old son: The sperm and the female egg meet together and form into a baby.

Mother: (Contently) Ah, yes…

Nine-year old son: But I am just curious… where do the sperm and the female egg meet and how?

Silence follows…

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Young foot: How come I am almost as big as you?

Older foot: You’re not.

Young foot: Look, we are almost the same size!

Older foot:  No, we’re not.

Young foot: Yes, we are.

Older foot: Okay, maybe in a couple of months, we already are the same size. But you have to be clean when you grow.

Young foot: You are not as clean as I see you.

Older foot: I am.

Young foot: You’re not.

And the talk went on…

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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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Looking from the big, dilapidated window of their family’s rented room, Isang saw her neighbor’s daughter munch the apple. This is a sign for her that Christmas is here. If only she could also have an apple to munch. His father’s earnings are not enough to include the apple for the noche buena.

Sadly, Isang moved from the window and looked at the dining table which was sustained by two pieces of 2″ x 2″ inch wood. This table is all purpose, that is, it also serves as table when they have visitors, as table when she does her assignments, or as table when she plays with her sister.

In the middle of the dining table she saw something that roused her interest - three pieces of red tomatoes. “This could do,” she said to herself. Then she went back to the window, met the annoying gaze of her kid neighbor, and munch the tomato which is red as an apple. “Hmmmm…” she said it with gusto and loud enough so that her neighbor will hear it. “Hey, this apple taste good!” Her neigbor challenged her look, and said, “My apple taste better than yours!” “Oh, no, it’s not,” Isang smiled watching her kid neighbor’s beaten facade.

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