He Talks to the Air

Bell is ringing, indication of closing ceremony, an ordinary routine of the daily school.

Packed of elementary children walk out from different classrooms, and some of those kiddies approach their waiting parents, relatives, or friends. Among them a boy, happy while showing his paper as he speaks to his father, “I’ve gotten a high marks this day father. Look at my papers.

“See all ninety six and above dash A.”

Some of the people who recognize this boy want to cry.

Almost of his classmates can’t do a thing but stare.

Not even a word his father replies.

“Father, I keep my mark high. Mother told me when I’m grown successful like you, I can buy anything I want. Including a car for you.” Couldn’t help but being happy, the boy runs to the playground.

He sits to one of the chair. He has took out papers, paste, and scissors from his bag. After he has finished creating a flat helicopter, he hovers this above his head. “Look, father. Trug tug tug tug. You want a helicopter?”

Outside the fence while carrying her parasol, the boy’s mother wants to cry. She goes near to his son and she speaks, “How’s your day with your school.”

“Mother!” The boy runs and hugs her mother. “I’m fine. As always, I receive good marks.”

“That’s good then…

“Let’s go home, I’ll cook you a good meal.”

“Okay! Okay. What about father?”

“Don’t worry.” She smiles as she wipes some tears on her eyes. “He’s always watching on us.”

The boy packs up things.

He and his mother chat as they walk in the pathway going home.