Love, Ms. Author

1

Biggest Fear

'Twas 4 o'clock in the afternoon

I was walking down the streets

And I saw busy people--

More like, parents--

Supporting their children while setting up booths, tents, eateries and so on.

There are some people who were here already first thing in the morning,

While there are some who are just about to set things up.

I decided to pass by that street instead
rather than to walk 'til the ends of the unknown.

While I was wandering around,

Watching children shout and call on people to try their booths and stuff,

A little girl approached me.

I saw that her booth was the only one people never attended to

And since I've got nothing to do,

I let her drag me into her mini booth.

Actually her booth is not weird enough

Nor does it show boringness in it.

It is just a little red tent with stuff toys scattered on the floor,

and a table with three chairs.

One for her and two for her guests.

I wondered why people or other kids never visited her booth.

I mean, there are booths that people tend to attend no matter how long the line is.

But hers is empty.

If it wasn't just me I would hear the crickets by now.

But then she poked me

And showed me her clipboard and pen.

She smiled as she wrote down the words;

"My 1st guest"

Of course with a smiley face.

My heart broke knowing that this event started early in the morning and it's almost dark,

Yet she didn't have at least one customer, but me.

"What's your name, Mister?" She asked.

I smiled, "Just call me Kuya Dustin."

"Mm, 'kay!" She scribbled words in her clipboard and looked at me again.

To be honest, she's a cute little girl.

I don't know why people avoid her booth.

"I wanna ask you things, Kuya Dustin. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all." She smiled again.

"I expect you to find these questions boring as usual. Since other kids here in their booths tend to say that these really are. But I hope you'll still answer me until the end, Kuya Dustin."

She said those words in a sing-song tune.

Which I find cute for kids her age.

The moment she stopped writing

She smiled at me again. "Let's start!"

"How old are you, Kuya Dustin?"

"17," she wrote that down.