"Good Morning, Mr. Ramos!" One teacher greeted Justin as he paved the way towards the faculty. He nodded and saluted to him. The elementary students rummaged their way towards the classroom as the bell started to ring. The wind breezed through the surface of Jacob's Elementary School, and Justin felt the cold air.
He opened the faculty office's door and walked straight towards his table.
"Mr. Ramos, do you hear the news?" Ms. Santiago asked him. He looked towards her while putting his backpack on his chair and organizing his lesson plans for the first class.
"What news?" Justin asked her while scanning the papers.
"We are holding a valentine's event on February 13, this Saturday, on the Biñan Town Plaza. And you will be the host," Ms. Santiago said to him, giddy about it. Justin halted and looked at her.
"What? Why me?" Justin asked her, surprised.
"You are the love expert here. You know, you are the only Values Education subject teacher here that is praised by the children. They are fond of you," Ms. Santiago said while grinning. Justin furrowed his eyebrows as she explained that.
"And look at you, you have the looks," Ms. Santiago added. Justin smiled quietly.
Justin Ramos has tousled hair that he covers on his forehead. His hazel and lambent eyes, prominent nose, and his bold lips that are sexier than usual made the girls from the other faculty swoon over him. But Mr. Ramos is not in love. He stands about 5 feet and 8 inches, making him the tallest of the 6th-grade teachers at Jacob's Elementary School. He shaved his beard earlier in the morning, revealing his fair share of his chiseled jawline that his mother always nagged and said that it got it from his father.
"You said: 'This Saturday'?" Justin asked her.
"Yeah. Accept it. I am begging you. Everyone will love your pieces of advice," Ms. Santiago pleaded. Justin sighed and nodded.
"Fine, fine. Stop blabbering about that love expert thing," Justin said and looked once again in the papers.
Ms. Santiago chuckled and said, "Okay, okay. Just show up at the event. I am going to my class. See you later."
Ms. Santiago picked up a handful of papers and her bag. She walked towards the other door and left the office.
Justin decided to go to his first class in a 5-minute time. He sighed and looked at his cell phone. He stood up from his seat as one teacher entered the faculty office. Justin greeted him as he made his way towards the other door. He left the office and walked a short distance to his first class.
He peeked in the classroom's window and saw the 6th grader children talking happily to each other. Justin smiled and entered the classroom.
"Good morning, class!" Justin said as the students stood up.
"Good morning, Mr. Ramos!" The children said in the chorus.
"You may now take a seat," Justin said and smiled. He picked up a chalk and started writing the letters L, O, V, and E.
He turned around and faced the class. The children were reading the letters and stared at him.
"So, what is, for you, the purpose of love?" Justin asked everybody in the room. Someone raised his hand, and Justin nodded at him.
"My opinion is, the purpose of love is for family," one child said proudly.
Justin smiled at him and said, "Correct. For family."
He walked towards the blackboard and wrote the word 'Family.'
"Any more answers?"
Two children's hands shot up in the air. Justin nodded at the right corner of the room where a cute girl was seated.
"Love for friends," she said simply. Justin nodded, his smile still plastered on his face. He wrote it again on the blackboard and pointed at the girl seated in the front.
She stood up and said, "Love for another person."
Justin grinned at her and wrote it on the blackboard. Everyone in the room exclaimed as she said that. Justin put the chalk on the table and walked towards the front. He half seated on it and looked at every child in the room.
"Class, do you wanna hear a story?"
The whole class nodded and exclaimed happily. Some children stood up straight, some of them put their chins on their hands and pay attention.
"Once upon a time, there was a kid named Justin. He lived with her mother in a small town of Biñan, province of Laguna, in the country of the Philippines. He was born as a simple kid, but when he turned into a 3-year-old- boy, that is when problems start to revolve," Justin said to the class.
"What happened to him?"
"Justin became what?"
"Ohh, I can't wait to hear the end of the story."
Several side comments of the children erupted in the room, and a minute later, they stopped, waiting for Justin to continue the story.
"The kid was left alone with his mother, and his father was kicked out of the house, pleaded, but was never forgiven for what he did. He never came back again after that."
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THE YEAR 2002
"Get out! Get out! Get out of this house!" Jane shouted at her husband while she was throwing the clothes outside of the street.
"Please, Jane. Let me explain," Stan pleaded while tears were dripping in his eyes. Jane glared at her and slapped his face. Every one of their neighbors peeped out of their house and watched what was happening in the broad daylight.
"Explain? I knew it. You are cheating on me!" Jane shouted. Justin walked towards the back of them and clutched her mother's shirt. Jane held Justin in her arms while crying.
"Jane, please," Stan begged and kneel.
"Get out of the house! You will never see Justin again!" Jane spat at him and held Justin tightly.
"Jane," Stan cried. Jane wept her eyes out and dared to turn around and get inside the house.
"Jane, Jane, please!" Stan stood up suddenly and held the gate railings tightly as she locked it. Jane hustled Justin in her arms and they locked the front door behind them.
Jane cried silently as Justin crawled over in her lap.
"Mommy, where is Daddy going?" Justin asked her mother. Jane wiped her tears and smiled at her child.
"He is going to paradise, my baby. Don't worry about him, huh?" Jane said sadly to him as she stroked Justin's hair.
"Mhm. He would bring toys again?" Justin asked with his little baby voice to his mother. Jane nodded as silent tears poured again no matter how many times she wiped it.
"Yes, baby. Yes," Jane said as she tucked Justin in her arms and tilted her back. Justin slept peacefully as Jane wept silently, not wanting to wake him up.
***
"That is where the story starts, class. When his father left him alone while his mother kept crying," Justin said to the children.
"Oh no, Justin and his mother, it's heartbreaking!" "No, why did his father do that?" "Bad person, bad!" The comments of the children erupted as soon as Justin said the introduction of the story. "I know, class. But, everybody has a reason for anything that they do. Even if it is wrong for someone's eye, some perspective might say that they are walking the right path. Class, let me remind you this: do not judge the person who is wronged and walking the unethical path. Because, at some point, the end of that road, is the judge of our life."***THE YEAR 1999A baby is crying in his rib. The white clothes ruffled across his body, and his cry erupted through the pediatric ward of the hospital. His mother, Jane Ramos, struggled to get up in her hospital bed as she heard the weeping of the baby. His father almost jumped out of the couch as soon as he heard the loud cry. Jane sighed and looked at the crib. Stan stood up from the couch and soothed Jane's back."I will deal with it. Just
***THE YEAR 2001“Happy Birthday, Justin! Happy Birthday, Justin! Happy Birthday, happy birthday! Happy Birthday, Justin!” Everyone is clapping and singing happily to a birthday song. Justin smiled as he saw his mother on his right side and his father on his left side. He observed the whole kitchen and saw the birthday party hats on his uncles’ and aunts’ heads. His cousins are also wearing one, even though they are playing in the living room, and don't want to disturb a celebration that is happening in the kitchen.Justin, a 2-year-old boy now, blew the candle on his square-shaped cake designed with a logo of Superman completed with red and blue icings. He grinned as his relatives clapped.“We can now eat! Enjoy!” Jane exclaimed and passed the plates onto the table. They started to scoop some rice from the large bowl, rolled chicken meat seasoned with minced carrots wrapped around in a wonton, meaty spaghetti, cordon bleu with mayonnaise sauce, and vegetable glazed with butter. The c
"And that is the beginning of the tragic story ahead...," Justin said. *** THE YEAR 2002Stan rang the doorbell of their house while his foot was tapping because of the nervous rising in him. When somebody didn't answer for the second time, he pressed it again. He swallowed and heard that their front door was open. He looked at it and saw that Jane emerged. He smiled nervously and waved. Jane still looks smug even in the broad daylight that shines through the village. Her reaction didn't change upon seeing Stan standing outside of the house. She fumbled for the key of the lock on the gate and unlocked it. She opened it and glared at Stan. "Jane---" "Why didn't you get home last night?" Jane asked, emotionless. "Jane---" "Justin's birthday is yesterday, and your kid is waiting for you. Where have you been?" Jane asked, still not backing down her intense gaze towards his husband. Stan swallowed and opened his mouth. "I was... in a... in an overtime work yesterday... in the offic
"Sir, so how can he read and write if he doesn't know the alphabet?" "Yeah. How can he spell out his name?" "He can talk but he can't write?" The questions from the class erupted again as Justin explained what is the learning difficulty disorder called dyslexia. As they talked upon the story, Justin shushed them softly and the noise calmed down a bit. "He needs to get therapy. It costs a fortune, so his mother, Jane, cannot afford it. How can they sustain their daily needs if you will have to add it on? The question is, how can Justin survive from being like that forever?" Justin asked the children. *** THE YEAR 2005 "How much is the therapy, doc?" Jane asked while darting her eyes from Justin to the doctor sitting across her. The doctor sighed and said, "You can receive special treatment for him for a one to two hour time from teaching professional. It costs about 4,000 pesos per hour. If you want to go for therapy for him, it would cost at least 8,000 pesos per day." Jane wi
*** THE YEAR 2006 "What are we doing here, Jane?" Stan asked his ex-wife. Jane held the cup of coffee tightly and looked at him. "I need to say something to you. About Justin," Jane said. Stan listened intently to what Jane said. Justin, who is a 7-year-old kid now, is suffering from his rare condition called dyslexia and dyscalculia. Dyscalculia, which is also called 'math dyslexia', is a learning difficulty disorder on counting numbers and solving mathematical problems. "About what, Jane? What is it about Justin?" Stan asked and locked his stare to Jane's eyes."Stan, Justin is suffering in a rare condition called dyslexia. And now, he has dyscalculia," Jane said quietly. Stan widened his eyes and gasped. "Dyslexia? What is that? And dyscalculia, what is... what is that?" Stan looks confused by what Jane said. "Dyslexia is a learning difficulty disorder. Justin cannot read, write, and even spell out his name. I used the alternative method, but he should be in therapy. A special
*** THE YEAR 2006 "I don't want to be with him that brings so much pain to us. The unbearable pain that Mom cannot overcome," Justin mumbled while his back is facing his Grandpa's. The door opened silently, and Jane peeped with her one eye and saw that his father was talking to his son while laying down. Jane saw that Justin was covering his whole body with the comforter. Jordan looked at the door and sighed. Jane's tears fall once again, her eyes were now puffy. Jane decided to open the door wide and entered. She sat down beside Justin who is covered with the comforter and put her left arm on top of it. Jordan patted her daughter's shoulders, brought his cane, and went out of the bedroom. "Justin," Jane called out to her son. Justin didn't even make a noise, but Jane heard him sob. "Justin, tell me why you said that to your father," Jane said softly. She removed the thick comforter slowly and saw that Justin is crying on his pillow. Jane sighed. Jane patted his back, lay down, a
*** THE YEAR 2007 "Dad, I will bring Justin with me. Are you okay alone here?" Jane asked while slinging her bag onto her shoulders. Justin zipped up his jacket and wear his small backpack with his toys inside it. "Yeah. Don't worry about me, Jane. Go ahead," Jordan said and stood up. He hugged his daughter with one arm. Justin hugged his grandfather tightly then Jane hustled him outside of the house. They are going to the Sy's mansion, and Jane thought that it is good for Justin to take a breath outside of the house. Jane's work there in the mansion is going pretty well, she has been a housemaid for 5 years now, and the payment gets higher based on her length of service. There are several housemaids serving the family of Sy, and Jane is one of them. Justin, however, stuck in the house all day, and even if he tried to read countless times, memorize the basic alphabet, tried to count numbers, his dyslexia and dyscalculia hinder him from learning that simple thing. Justin stayed th
*** THE YEAR 2007 Inna held Justin's hand as she guided it towards the kitchen to drag him along with her. Justin looked through his mother who is walking fast towards the other hallway and out of his sight. He looked down and shifted his eyes again towards Inna. Inna looked at him and smiled. "Where are we going, Inna?" Justin asked her while they are walking towards the wide kitchen that holds a 10-chair white, porcelain dinner table, a kitchen counter, the upgraded and high technology appliances that he made him amazed by the richness of the Sy. "Just stay here at the kitchen, hmm. I will help the cooks out there," Inna said when they stopped at the entrance of the kitchen while she was crouching down. Justin nodded at her even though he didn't understand why he would be all alone in the kitchen of the Sy's mansion while the cooks are roaming around the counter, cooking different cuisines for the family. Justin observed the cooks, maybe some of them are multi-awarded chefs beca