going home

It was always a cool and windy jeepney ride home after having left my girl's place on late evenings, almost everyday during my measly two-week semestral break from school.

I haven't slept yet, not that there's any serious or funny reason, and it's already 6:14AM peeking at me from the computer's clock. But mystery keeps welling up as the exact same thing murders my attention everytime I pass Pedro Gil Avenue in Manila.

I keep seeing them..

The (assumed)mother, sitting by the pavement alongside her (supposed)son, leaning with their backs at a closed pull-down metal gate of a day-store, looking sometimes as if they were gravely discussing the day's events, and how they fared, before they went to sleep.

I mentioned "sometimes" because there were also those usual instances when my sight only hovered over two figures sleeping the day's exhaustion away.(or probably embracing the fruits of the previous day's harvest of life)

Whichever or whatever it was, I still couldn't help wondering.

The mother was about the age of within 40-50, and the boy i think was somewhere in his early teens. They didn't look all slovenly from where i sat(at a moving jeepney running 40km/h), and it doesn't escape my notice that they didn't have any personal belongings with them(as far as i can remember seeing).

I kept pondering about how and why they had come to arrive in such a precarious and mysterious condition.

I seldom fail to notice them everytime i pass the place beyond 11pm.
The mystery still baffles me, but now sleep is eating me up.