notes of a sleepwalker (3)

May 1, 2009
McDo Jones
10:30am

Im having fries and coffee here while waiting for my workmates/friends. We’ll be visiting a sick workmate at a nearby hospital. The agreed time was 11am, I just figured it out I should be here earlier to have breakfast. So anyway, im at the resto’s al fresco, it’s where you can feel the late morning heat and see people from different walks of life. Today, im particularly interested with a group of people just across from where I am.

from my corner, i can see this woman cuddling a baby and opposite her is a thin man, must be her husband. it’s almost lunchtime, the heat’s scorching, it appears that they come to that place, near jollibee’s garbage bin, at this hour everyday to rest.

The woman then produces from a plastic bag a piece of ripe mango. She sniffs it, then gives it to the man, who also sniffs it. It’s like it’s the first time that they’ve actually seen a real mango. It’s cute. And they look happy while repeatedly doing it. they also make the baby sniff the mango. A little while later, while I’m almost halfway with my coffee, the woman peels the mango, and lets the baby sip its juice.

Then an older woman came from nowhere. She’s now handing out packed rice to the small group. She must be doing it regularly, as it seems that the couple is not excited to see her today, with her gift to them. Or I dunno, she’s probably a relative.

So they start eating their rice, and their only mango.

And while they’re at it, my workmates arrived.