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.