(English trans: Alms please...)
"Te, pahingi pong pera, pang-kain lang po".
I heard these words, a faint voice from a young girl while I was about to finish my breakfast meal at a fast-food chain. It was Saturday morning, the 15th. She was asking for some money so she can buy food. I looked at her. She was sitting on a chair of the table to my front right with her right thumb to her mouth. She was wearing faded shorts, t-shirt and slippers. She looked a bit dirty. Her upper lip was a bit swollen and her left arm, the upper part, looked purplish. After several minutes, since she kept on asking me some alms, I asked her.
Me: Do you have parents?
Me: Do you have parents? Mother? Father?
Me: Then why are you here? It's early.
She: (Silence...she looked the other way.)
Me: Where do you live?
She: (She mentioned the barangay she lived which is near the fast-food chain I was in.)
Me: Were you hit? Did they beat you?
She: (She looked down; didn't answer)