My child, my child, stop!
By Krixia Zhienelle A. Subingsubing
Third Year – St Augustine, St Paul College of Makati, Makati City
He ran around wildly, tears streaking down his face relentlessly. Not knowing where to go or what to do, he ran even faster, in hopes of finding someone or something to tell him what to do. As he was about to collapse, a young man dressed in fine silk purple robes cam up to him and said, ‘My child, my child, stop!’