Thursday, September 14, 2006

Upon three chairs...

Everytime I go home from campus, I always pass by this house that has three chairs. I don't usually take notice of those random things but this time somehow this certain time, I noticed it.

There were three people on those three chairs.

On it was a man, with a huge belly probably due to drinking too much. The other was a lady, smoking her life away. And finally a small child, covered in dirt.

And I somehow I started wondering, what would my life be if I was that child, born in that family? And somehow I was thankful that I was born in my own family. Thankful that my family were not like them.

As soon as that thought entered my mind, guilt ate at me. Like I was gloating my good fortune over them. But I couldn't help it.

I was thankful that my life is not like that.

But then I felt pity.

I wanted to help them out. I wanted to help them out.

I wanted to do something.

Soon however, they were gone as the jeep passed by quicker than I hoped for.

I still look for them everytime I pass by, staring at those chairs, somehow hoping to see them. But I've never saw them again.

Not once.

I wonder how they are.

Lotsa love, Jana

Labels: Life in the form of chocolate

by jana at 3:09 PM |