My anticipated merry vacation turned out to be a blow as our only one taxi was carjacked which tested once again my then frazzled serenity. We're supposed to go to Baguio the following day and wondered what sort of hustles then if we've left earlier...whew!
But what terrified as more was the driver, who was my older brother, a family man. The incident happened last Aug31 at 10PM along Pasay Rotonda where a certain man rode and asked to bring him to Pasay General Hospital.
Shortly, the guy asked to pick-up another man whom he said was his companion. With just thoughts of helping in such emergency, my brother did as told and in an instant the second guy declared holdup pointing a 38 cal gun on my brothers' right abdomen.
Mindful of his young children, he told the robbers to get everything they wanted but leave him unharmed. They then entered a desolated narrow street, took his 450 pesos (10 dollars)income, cellphone and the taxi.
The next couple of days are even more stressful especially to my mother who was the owner. It was our parents hard earned possession after being a sidewalk vendor for 12 years. Contrary to my air-conditioned, pretty nice work place but with a brain draining job, I still cannot whine just thinking of my parents sacrifices for those hot sunny days and cold rainy days in the street.
So despite the fact that I'm physically and emotionally exhausted, though this vacation didn't turn out as expected, my feelings were superseded by just seeing my mother's own sweat and blood turn into void.
