Caroleen’s Treasures

It was drizzling early in the morning and we had no problem waking up Ella for school….you just say she can wear her raincoat today, she’d jumped out from bed in lightning speed. Me and Donald are coding for more than 13 hours since last night. Glad that the boss lets me ask Donald to take my post when I needed to pee or rest for a while. The whole day was wet! But I cannot let the laundry sit there for another night so I went out after lunch still drizzling.

At 10 in the morning, Donald went to fetch Ella bringing her boots. She was even more thrilled to use those used rain boots that we have bought at the Ukay-Ukay stalls in Tagum last week. When we went to Tagum, she saw a pair of pink rain boots and insisted on buying them. But I told her to stay with the pink one and I will look for a nicer pair. Luckily we found a yellow Pooh boots that she tried on and would not want to remove it. She want to go home, riding a bus with rain boots on in a starry starry night. Now she finally got the chance to wear them, grinning from ear to ear while walking.

I have washed the curtains last night and was not yet completely dry but I will hang them anyway and let them dry up. For the clothes, I hope in three days it will get dried. With this weather, I doubt if it will.

At school, some of Ella’s classmates (boys) are making fun of her everyday. From Monday to Friday, she will tell me one has kicked her canteen on the grass, the other put her bag in the trash can and one has spat on her notebook. I cannot enumerate all the other foolishness these kids has done to her. So last week, I have told her what to do in case someone bullies her. I grew up with bullies and I am thinking I was a big moron not to have scared them. I have told her what she must do and what she must say. So today Ella reported that there were boys who keeps on pulling her hair. They kept doing it even she tried to ask them not to….so she stood up and said to them with her hands on her hips…”Do you all want to see stars?????? Pull my hair and I will show you some stars over your heads.” And they stopped. That is my girl!

I think I should teach her that because just last week, a girl in Ella’s class was pricked by a sharp pencil on her right cheek. The poor girl was spitting blood and was rushed to the clinic. When I heard about it, I told Ella not to let anyone do that to her and let the bullies run for their lives when they try to bully her by saying the scariest things she could think of.