I can hear the earsplitting honking of automobile horns, the rumbling of cargo trucks, and the screeching of the brakes of jeepneys. If I could still keep in mind, the sounds of the city wake me up early in the morning. I rush off to school. I eat a hurried breakfast and run around collecting my books at the very last minute. I am always frightened of being late to school. Well, that is life in the city.
One day, we had no class for the reason that our teacher was sick. Like a normal learner, I was in high spirits. My classmates and I had enjoyment. On our way home, a dazzling object on the street captured my sight. I swiftly get a hold of it and it was a ring. My classmate wanted to own the ring but I never gave it to him.
That hour of darkness, I went out of my room and brought the ring with me to the patio. The moon was bright and I could hear the sound of the bats. I stared at the ring and I observed that something is written at the back of it. I could not understand it because it is written in a different language. No matter what it means, I do not want to know it. I began thinking and I whispered to my self, “I’m in no doubt that this ring is nice to put on during the opening day of our classes.”
Time passed and that day came. It was the first day of our classes. I used the ring that time and anyone who sees the ring says, “How nice.” I will just smile and will not say anything.
All of those are what went before. Good memories that I look back and value a lot. I do not know what magic the ring has but it brought countless blessings to my life. I graduated in elementary with the top honors, my dad had a stable job, and I had an ideal family. I was never selfish of the luck that the ring gave me. I shared it to folks who are in need.
My grandfather? When he saw the ring, tears fall down from his eyes. He embraced me so tight and said, “I will contentedly depart this life for I know you will have a bright future. My son, you are fortunate for that ring.” I do not have the chance to ask him what he wanted to say and what the ring really means. However, it is not that important. Perhaps, that is the hidden mystery of the ring.
This luck will not last any longer. The countless blessings I have received is too much. I wanted to share these blessings to others. I went back to the place where I got the ring. I placed it there. Like what my grandfather did…
I have no regrets if others will have possession of this ring. It’s alright… It is their turn.
One day, we had no class for the reason that our teacher was sick. Like a normal learner, I was in high spirits. My classmates and I had enjoyment. On our way home, a dazzling object on the street captured my sight. I swiftly get a hold of it and it was a ring. My classmate wanted to own the ring but I never gave it to him.
That hour of darkness, I went out of my room and brought the ring with me to the patio. The moon was bright and I could hear the sound of the bats. I stared at the ring and I observed that something is written at the back of it. I could not understand it because it is written in a different language. No matter what it means, I do not want to know it. I began thinking and I whispered to my self, “I’m in no doubt that this ring is nice to put on during the opening day of our classes.”
Time passed and that day came. It was the first day of our classes. I used the ring that time and anyone who sees the ring says, “How nice.” I will just smile and will not say anything.
All of those are what went before. Good memories that I look back and value a lot. I do not know what magic the ring has but it brought countless blessings to my life. I graduated in elementary with the top honors, my dad had a stable job, and I had an ideal family. I was never selfish of the luck that the ring gave me. I shared it to folks who are in need.
My grandfather? When he saw the ring, tears fall down from his eyes. He embraced me so tight and said, “I will contentedly depart this life for I know you will have a bright future. My son, you are fortunate for that ring.” I do not have the chance to ask him what he wanted to say and what the ring really means. However, it is not that important. Perhaps, that is the hidden mystery of the ring.
This luck will not last any longer. The countless blessings I have received is too much. I wanted to share these blessings to others. I went back to the place where I got the ring. I placed it there. Like what my grandfather did…
I have no regrets if others will have possession of this ring. It’s alright… It is their turn.
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