the runaway at the subway station

September 5, 2013 at 4:25 pm 12 comments


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i was down the steps leading to the subway platform when a young girl approached me and said she hadn’t eaten all day and needed money for food. she asked if i had a dollar to spare.

i looked at her intently. she must be twelve or thirteen years old. she had a round face and light brown eyes. right then and there, i figured she was a runaway. it wasn’t her clothes that gave her away. they were clean and spotless. it was her sneakers that had seen better days.

as i always do when confronted by an uncomfortable situation, i tried to be funny.

“back in the day, it used to be a quarter,” i mumbled. “times must have changed.”

i had hoped that she would laugh, or at least smile. but nada. she must be really hungry.

“listen,” i told her. “there’s a burger king just across the street. i can take you there.”

when she said she’d rather have the money, i got suspicious. she might not be really hungry and just lying to me after all.

then again, under the circumstances, who was i to judge? i gave her a five-dollar bill and rushed for the train ride home.

i don’t know what would make a girl like her to leave home. did her parents force her out? were they mean to her? did her step father molest her? did she have irreconcilable differences with her siblings?

it could be just a trivial thing. i remember when i was eleven years old, i had a silly argument with my father that almost made me run away. as fate would have it, a left foot hurt by a broken glass forced me to go back. somebody up above must be watching over me.

whatever the reason, leaving home would be like jumping from the frying pan to the fire. the streets aren’t safe for young people. dangers lurk all over the place. oftentimes, pimps get a hold of them in their most susceptible moments and lure them to drugs and prostitution.

after having ramen for dinner, i sat on the couch to relax and watch tv. i wondered what the girl that i met at the station was doing right at that very moment. i wanted to convince myself that she was alright and found a shelter that would keep her safe for the night. better still, that she called her parents and told them she was coming home. darn, i knew i was hoping against hope.

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  • 2. Angeline M  |  September 5, 2013 at 4:44 pm

    A good post on the realities of the world today. Kids just don’t realize the dangers of running away from home. I hope she bought some food with that $5.

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    • 3. plaridel  |  September 6, 2013 at 2:38 pm

      angeline:

      I hope she saved for the ticket back home.

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  • 4. seeker  |  September 5, 2013 at 6:41 pm

    I hope she returned home.

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    • 5. plaridel  |  September 6, 2013 at 2:36 pm

      seeker:

      I hope so, too.

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  • 9. AC  |  September 6, 2013 at 12:53 am

    wow $5. generous. heheh.
    seriously, never did i try leaving home when i was young. it was just my mom who tried to drive me out of the house. i was one nasty kid. hahah. ay mali, sabi ko seryoso ako magkocomment e. hahah. 😀

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    • 10. plaridel  |  September 6, 2013 at 2:35 pm

      ac:

      one nasty kid? you don’t look like it. maybe just a little bossy. 🙂

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  • 11. Amy  |  September 7, 2013 at 11:00 am

    Hope she bought some food and return home…

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    • 12. plaridel  |  September 17, 2013 at 1:27 pm

      amy:

      i hope so, too.

      Reply

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