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Godsend
Around 1am, I got a text from my mom that Migs, my 10-year old godson, was at the house and didn’t want to go to bed till I got home.
So, I excused myself from the team, who was still finishing some materials for an 8am presentation, and I went home.
I arrived to see Migs sitting on my mom’s bed. He looked tired but kept himself awake by watching something on the Disney Channel. I asked him what he was watching and he said he didn’t know. He watched with the volume off because he didn’t want to disturb my mom who was already falling asleep.
I told him and my mom that I still had to go back to the office to check on the work and that I just went home to take a bath and change clothes.
Migs followed me to my room where he began to point at stuff and ask what this or that was for.
I gave him a JLA/JSA comic book to read while I went to bathroom. But before I could even step out of the room, he began a barrage of questions about all the characters on the cover. And we got into a debate on who’s the most powerful member among the two teams. When I finally got out of that long discussion, I took a bath and when I got back to my room, Migs was already lying down on my bed ready to sleep.
As I prepared to leave he asked him how much salary I got. I laughed and said I got enough to give some to my mom, pay for the stuff in the house and buy my comic books. He laughed and said it was a good thing I got that much, cause if I got any less I’d be getting the raw end of the deal. (Well, he said all of that in Tagalog.)
I said goodnight and he told me not to go back to the office anymore, and he said it with a sly smile on his face, like he was my grade school classmate telling me to go and play hooky with him. I tucked him in bed and said that I really had to go and he said, okay.
The hour spent with Migs perked me up better than a mug of strong black coffee. Thank God for the magic of being with kids like Migs.
Godsend
Around 1am, I got a text from my mom that Migs, my 10-year old godson, was at the house and didn’t want to go to bed till I got home.
So, I excused myself from the team, who was still finishing some materials for an 8am presentation, and I went home.
I arrived to see Migs sitting on my mom’s bed. He looked tired but kept himself awake by watching something on the Disney Channel. I asked him what he was watching and he said he didn’t know. He watched with the volume off because he didn’t want to disturb my mom who was already falling asleep.
I told him and my mom that I still had to go back to the office to check on the work and that I just went home to take a bath and change clothes.
Migs followed me to my room where he began to point at stuff and ask what this or that was for.
I gave him a JLA/JSA comic book to read while I went to bathroom. But before I could even step out of the room, he began a barrage of questions about all the characters on the cover. And we got into a debate on who’s the most powerful member among the two teams. When I finally got out of that long discussion, I took a bath and when I got back to my room, Migs was already lying down on my bed ready to sleep.
As I prepared to leave he asked him how much salary I got. I laughed and said I got enough to give some to my mom, pay for the stuff in the house and buy my comic books. He laughed and said it was a good thing I got that much, cause if I got any less I’d be getting the raw end of the deal. (Well, he said all of that in Tagalog.)
I said goodnight and he told me not to go back to the office anymore, and he said it with a sly smile on his face, like he was my grade school classmate telling me to go and play hooky with him. I tucked him in bed and said that I really had to go and he said, okay.
The hour spent with Migs perked me up better than a mug of strong black coffee. Thank God for the magic of being with kids like Migs.