i saw a kid on my way to school today. A typical child if you might conclude but he is far from being what we call 'normal'. He is a barker in Baclaran. About the age of three, no, almost four. Kid in the eyes of those who are too judgemental but an angel to mother crippled with supererogatory burden/responsibility. During the ride, i 'interviewed' the kid as he munches on the chocolate i offered. His name is Karlo. At first he was afraid to answer some personal questions I was throwing his way but eventually he gave in. He is the youngest of his family of six. His father died before he was born. His mom tried to marry another guy but landed to bearing three more children outside marriage. He is one of them. he told me he was working at the young age since his mother don't earn surfeit income in order to raise the five of them. His mom works at the foot of the Baclaran bridge, selling pirated VCDs and a couple of snacks...
>>to be continued...