Earlier this morning, I was playing with my 3 year old nephew in the family’s living room as the little pepe seemed to materialize. I suddenly felt the light- heartedness and playfulness of a child. Is my imagination playing tricks with me again or is it my cute little nephew invoking the giddy and carefree mood? Whatever it may be, I just savored the moment. I call my nephew Pepe Junior because of numerous reasons. For one, He is my favorite nephew. Then, he really looks like me when I was still very little. But most of all, he acts and thinks like me…. Pepe Junior. The name suggests another significant figure in the history, right? Don’t you just love the name? :P
As Pepe(me) and Pepe Junior(nephew) were playing with our ever lovable writings and books.( note: playing for us means reading, writing and studying..VERY FUN! WHOOHOOo) , nostalgia seems to creep in. I instantly remembered the time when I was still in nursery just like my nephew. My mother used to be my first teacher. I would sit on her lap just like a baby and in return, she would teach me basic lessons such as the alphabet and some poetry. With this in mind, I decided to do the same with Pepe Junior. I taught him the alphabet and some of my favorite poems and writings. Unsurprisingly, he enjoyed it. He even told me that his new favorite novel is the noli me tangere…I think it goes with the genes. We have the same quality of taste! It made me even more proud of my nephew.
As I was teaching Pepe Junior some lessons, flashbacks of the past constantly pop in my head. I can still remember the times when mama would be surprised by the way I write. She said that I have a gift in writing. Back then, I didn’t really care as long as I’m enjoying what I do. My uncles and aunts were amazed as well. But as usual, I don’t really mind their praises. I also remember the time when my personal tutor taught me some lessons. Instead of me agreeing with him, it turned out to be the other way around. He was the one agreeing with my ideas especially in writing poems. Poems, writing, books... These are my prized possessions. While some of the kids noisily run, jump and play outside, I find myself immersing silently with books….books..and yes books..
“Tito Pepe!!! Look at this..”.. As I heard the voice of my nephew, I snapped back to reality. There I saw the poem that he made for me. It was entitled THE TRUE HERO. I was very touched. It made me realize that even though kids may not have degrees or professions, they can still make people amazed with their simple works like poems. Furthermore, it made me realize a more important lesson--- naive and carefree that kids may seem, they are still capable of appreciating other people’s small deeds of kindness. Now, it’s Pepe Junior’s time to make me agree with him.. I learned my ABC, again……..
As Pepe(me) and Pepe Junior(nephew) were playing with our ever lovable writings and books.( note: playing for us means reading, writing and studying..VERY FUN! WHOOHOOo) , nostalgia seems to creep in. I instantly remembered the time when I was still in nursery just like my nephew. My mother used to be my first teacher. I would sit on her lap just like a baby and in return, she would teach me basic lessons such as the alphabet and some poetry. With this in mind, I decided to do the same with Pepe Junior. I taught him the alphabet and some of my favorite poems and writings. Unsurprisingly, he enjoyed it. He even told me that his new favorite novel is the noli me tangere…I think it goes with the genes. We have the same quality of taste! It made me even more proud of my nephew.
As I was teaching Pepe Junior some lessons, flashbacks of the past constantly pop in my head. I can still remember the times when mama would be surprised by the way I write. She said that I have a gift in writing. Back then, I didn’t really care as long as I’m enjoying what I do. My uncles and aunts were amazed as well. But as usual, I don’t really mind their praises. I also remember the time when my personal tutor taught me some lessons. Instead of me agreeing with him, it turned out to be the other way around. He was the one agreeing with my ideas especially in writing poems. Poems, writing, books... These are my prized possessions. While some of the kids noisily run, jump and play outside, I find myself immersing silently with books….books..and yes books..
“Tito Pepe!!! Look at this..”.. As I heard the voice of my nephew, I snapped back to reality. There I saw the poem that he made for me. It was entitled THE TRUE HERO. I was very touched. It made me realize that even though kids may not have degrees or professions, they can still make people amazed with their simple works like poems. Furthermore, it made me realize a more important lesson--- naive and carefree that kids may seem, they are still capable of appreciating other people’s small deeds of kindness. Now, it’s Pepe Junior’s time to make me agree with him.. I learned my ABC, again……..
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