On my way there, I see someone familiar on the other side of the street. Quickly, I realize that it is Gino, the boy living from across our house.
"Jon-jon!" he calls out to me and waves an unsteady hand.
I wave back at him. As I did that, I noticed that he is holding a bottle in the inside of his shirt. By his actions and mannerisms, I can tell that he is probably high from whatever he is sniffing from that bottle.
"Jon-jon" he calls back again, "Come here, I want you to try something"
Quickly, I realize that he would want me to join him though I hurriedly turn away and walk faster.
At a distance, I can hear Gino curse loudly behind me.
I arrive at the bake shop and as I enter, all eyes stare at me. It's the same look I saw previously - the look of pity and fear. Again, I ignore it despite the pain I feel inside. I get the Ensaymada near the counter and line up in the cashier. A look of surprise and astonishment came to the cashier person as a street kid pays for the snack rather than steal it. I ignore it once again and pay for my purchase. Then, I quickly leave the store.
I got home about thirty minutes from the bake shop. As usual, the setting is still the same. Mom is still at work, possibly doing over-time. My father on the other hand, may be on his way home from the construction site he is working on. Grandma, fixes the house as my parents are on their way home.
"Jon-jon, it's 11:30 already, where have you been?" Grandma asks as I enter the house.
"I'm sorry, Grandma" I say as I grab her hand and touch it to my forehead.
"Where's Rita?" I ask and grandma points upstairs. Quickly, I make my way up the stairs and into her room.
"Hi Rita!" I say as I give my sister a gentle pat to her hand.
"I know you really like this snack so I made sure that I'd sell enough Sampaguitas today just I can buy it"
Slowly, I hand her the piece of bread. Shakily, she moves towards me and with a crooked smile, she says "T-t-t-t-t-t-hank y-o-o-u K-k-k-u-y-ya!"; and I finally get a hug from my sister.
You see, my sister is autistic and this is the most affectionate that I'd seen her today. With all the crying she does, no one really understands her. Today, I connected with her for the first time so I hug her closer to me and whisper...
"Happy 7th Birthday Rita, I love you"