December 17, 2006

Naturally, I woke up late on Saturday after partying til dawn with Brownman at Xaymaca (see my previous entry below). I found myself scrambling for my phone, hoping to read some messages from friends. True enough, Irene texted me earlier that morning inviting me to join her and Jem in Quezon City Circle as they host a party for urban poor and disabled kids. I was with Jem last night but she didn’t mention it to me. Oh, maybe because I forgot to tell her that our family day in the office got cancelled. Anyway…
The text message was sent around 8:45 am and I thought, perhaps Peter and I can catch up and help out a bit. So we went and Irene introduced us to some of their kids. I particularly met this very behaved 8-month old baby girl named Mary Denise. She recently had an upper lip and rectum surgery and I noticed that she has 6 fingers on her right hand and a disfigured left ear. I wondered why she was born that way. Did her mom do drugs during the pregnancy? I really wondered why… I cannot imagine how it would feel like having a child like her. But the moment I held her in my arms, her eyes sparkled (or so it seemed) and I felt a certain kind of glow deep inside (which I don’t wanna overthink about)… She held on tight and I felt weird… something I never felt before and I don’t kow how to call it (again, I don’t want to over analyze the feeling). We talked to her mom for a while before returning Mary Denise to her.
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