Baykoy Series

A Little Girl’s Gripping and Magical Story – 15

So I had to have a serious talk with an angel from heaven.

A little girl's gripping and magical story. Baykoy Series.
Literary Fiction/Epistolary/Drama/Fantasy

Baykoy and The Only Something

This is a gripping and magical tale of a little Filipino girl who goes by an endearing nickname, Baykoy.

The story is told through the heart-convulsing letters of a woman to her niece, detailing her extraordinary childhood experiences.

Written by

J.J. Ireneo


The Truth about Angels – Part One


Part Three

Age: Six years old.

Year: 1985.

— indomitable —


Dear Sage,

“Angel,” I whispered, “how can I bring you to life, so I’d have a good friend?”

She was still a doll. The lovely, well-behaved doll. The cheery smile that would greet me in the morning. The bubbly personality that would brighten me up. Though Kidlat and Kuwago were still, and would always be, my best buddies, I was still praying for one special connection.

With one human. Like Reynan.

And I didn’t think I would ever have one.

And it was when my quest for a real angel began.

By this time, I was already in first grade. I was seated with the other kids who were only a year older than me. They were nice and friendly. And they all seemed to have an amazing talent in drawing.

I couldn’t even draw a circle right.

Yet they were still a bit aloof during recess. Though sometimes, they would let me join their games. But the awkwardness creeping along would become unbearable. ‘Cause they hardly spoke to me. And they wouldn’t look at me either. There would be times when I would pretend I was having so much fun. Despite the bruises that would grace my skin time and time again.

Was there really something wrong with me?

Would I ever find a good friend?

What should I do to bring Angel to life?

A smart idea recoiled in.

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

So…

One Monday morning, before we headed off to school, I dropped my ‘smart proposition’ to grandma.

“No!” she snapped.

My heart trotted for a big baby tantrum cry.

“Why does Baykoy look like she’s about to cause a cry disaster again?” grandpa inquired.

“She wants to give away candies to her classmates at recess,” grandma replied.

“What’s wrong with that?” grandpa reacted.

“Tell him,” grandma commanded me.

I started to sob. “So they’d play with me the same way that they play with each other, and so I could also make a friend.”

Grandpa sighed and patted me on the shoulder. I looked up at him, and I could see tears in his eyes.

Grandma kissed me on the forehead. “You never buy friendship off anybody. If someone would like to be your friend, they’d just give it away and hold your hand. Even if you’ve got no candy to offer.”

“But I wanna have a friend now!” I cried.

It reminded me of the sad story that grandma made me read. About the birthday girl.

It just occurred to me. I could have been the birthday girl.

I could have been the birthday girl. Everyday.

Never buy friendship off anybody.

The only something.

— Indomitable —


Dear Sage,

At recess, grandma would give me something to read instead. Any story book that she could find off the shelves.

Kidlat, Kuwago, Angel and I would then sit under a huge tree nearby grandpa’s classroom. And I would read to them.

Sometimes, I would get distracted by the noise blustering out of the school ground. And the painful thing about it was, it wasn’t an aggravating noise at all. It was the happiest noise you would ever hear in the whole wide world. The happiest noise of innocent kids playing. With their bruises, cuts and wounds. With all the merry friendships they had. With the rich glaze in their faces.

And there I was. With two dogs and a doll. My best buddies. My playmates. My listeners.

I looked at Angel, and frustration grew inside of me. I must have been doing something wrong ‘cause she hadn’t shown any life yet. At six years old, I really still believed that a doll could somehow morph into a human being. Then she would become a faithful friend. Forever and ever.

I had to ask for a real angel’s help.

Reynan couldn’t be found.

So I had to have a serious talk with an angel from heaven. My heart said it was all I needed to do to bring Angel to life.

Maybe I should go down to the waterfalls. Since something magical would always happen to me there, anyway.

A real angel could make my wish come true. I wouldn’t cry anymore, and all would be well… anew.

Then I thought of your mother.

I wondered how she had been doing in the city. If she loved it there. If she had already made some friends. If your grandparents had already established a good life.

When would I ever see them again?

This thought pinched my heart.

Tears trailed down on my face. I wiped them away with my shirt.

Kidlat and Kuwago must have felt my heartache. They laid down beside me, disconcerted.

I must run now!

Now!

Up on my feet! Kidlat and Kuwago, all alert!

Go! Go! Go!

A real angel had been down there! Waiting for me!

I just knew it! I knew it would happen! A guarantee!

A real angel had been down there! Flying around patiently!

Waiting for me! Waiting for me!

Coming! Coming down fast!

Grandma and grandpa, forgive me!

But I must have a good friend at last!

Grandma and grandpa, I love you!

I had to run away to find out the truth!

The truth! Oh, the truth!

About angels! Reynan and all the others!

Like Jiji, and who else? Who else?

A special human? Angel, my doll?

Which one would turn up first?

Baykoy wasn’t just a song to sing.

The only something.

— Indomitable —


Dear Sage,

Baykoy!” grandpa shouted after me.

I gasped, screeching to a sudden stop. I got caught.

Kidlat stood by me. While Kuwago met grandpa halfway.

We were about to approach the main entrance of the trail tracks, leading to the waterfalls… when an intervention sounded off!

I turned around, with Angel pressed against my chest. I was already turning on the waterworks, shaking. Knowing that I was in big trouble.

“Where were you going?” he asked in an upsetting tone.

I had never heard him speak to me like this before.

My misery got even worse.

“The kids spotted you running away,” he panted, “and it got us all worried sick! Where were you going?”

“The waterfalls,” I sobbed.

“What for?”

“I wanna speak to a real angel from heaven, so she could turn Angel into a girl like me, and then I’d have a friend.”

He looked away, scratching his head.

You would have been so lucky if you had had the opportunity to meet your great grandfather.

He picked me up and looked at me closely. “Wanna sing our baykoy song?”

“No,” I cried.

As he wiped off my tears — “Do you know that each time you cry, an angel in heaven wants to die?”

I dropped my jaw, horrified. “Ooh really?”

“Yes!”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. ‘Cause you make them believe that they’re not doing a good job for making you sad all the time.”

“Why? You’ve already talked to them?”

“I talk to them all the time,” he said.

“Where? How?” I replied.

“In my prayers.”

“You’re only supposed to talk to God in prayers.”

“I talk to the angels, too. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sometimes. But mostly when I’m not praying. Just when I wish for something important.”

“Do you know what the angels have been doing lately?” he whispered.

“What?” I whispered back.

“They’re looking for a good friend for you. And it’s a tough job, ‘cause it’s hard to find the right one who wouldn’t get tired of a baykoy’s bright heart.”

“Ooh really?”

“Yes. Really.”

We headed back to school. With Kidlat and Kuwago trailing along.

I studied Angel. Its features. Everything.

I still refused to believe that it was just a doll. It was only an object. It had no life. And no magic would ever turn it into a special human.

“So what’s a doll for?” I asked grandpa.

“It’s for you to understand the value of real people,” he replied.

As a six-year-old kid, I had my own way of thinking. Regardless of how grandma and grandpa would communicate with me, and how it would influence my thoughts.

But what a six-year-old kid always believed was… Some beautiful things carried themselves beautiful powers.

And one of those powers…

… was magic.

From that day on, I would count the days of meeting the good friend that the angels might have chosen for me.

I would count the days of meeting Reynan again.

I would count the days of meeting a real angel.

I would count the days. I would count the days.

Of being a real kid who held hands with a friend.

As my heart agonized for your mother and your grandparents.

For now, I should be content with grandpa’s singing.

The only something.

— Indomitable —


Dear Sage,

The waterfall mission never left my mind at all.

I had to come up with a cunning plan.

I didn’t want to go to school anymore. I didn’t want to see the kids either. And I especially didn’t want to sit with my classmates.

From our front porch, there was the perfect view of the school, and I abhorred catching a glimpse of the wide-open ground. Where happiness would hoof around. Where good friends would spring in. Where my little dream could be found.

I feigned an illness. A headache, a stomachache, all the sickie words I could ever toss in. Grandma and grandpa knew I was lying. I could tell by the way they looked at me, the way they looked at each other and the way they moved.

They moved in numerical flickers. Thoughtful, withdrawn. Worried!

I told them I just wanted to stay in bed all day and read. Nothing else. No school work, no school kid in sight, nothing about school at all.

I had to pluck my entire life out of it.

Grandma prepared my snacks and lunch. Grandpa would whistle the baykoy song tunes.

It was a melodramatic morning, wallowing in sham.

Without special reminders, the two wise elders disappeared on me.

I should have been rejoicing. I should have been proud of myself. I should have been getting ready for the waterfall mission now.

But I should.

I must.

I did it on a special purpose.

I could not betray magic.

The angels in heaven couldn’t betray me.

After all, my request was an important part of a little girl’s life.

It should have been just an easy triumph. It should have been a given privilege. It shouldn’t have hurt a little girl like me.

Now I was officially convinced that there really was something wrong with who I was.

Kidlat and Kuwago were anxiously waiting for a significant event to happen. So was Angel.

I blessed the day with a sweet prayer first.

I prayed for a good friend to find me somewhere.

I prayed to see Reynan again.

I prayed for a real angel to meet me.

I prayed to feel heaven.

I prayed not to cry anymore.

“Remember,” I reminded Kidlat and Kuwago, “this is just the waterfall mission. Just the waterfall mission.”

They moaned a reply.

“So whatever happens down there,” I continued, “we’re not leaving until magic has done its job. Okay?”

Kidlat sighed. While Kuwago rolled his eyes.

“Ready?”

And all four of us set out for the waterfall mission.

The heart of a six-year-old.

The heart that only longed for a little magic.

The magic of angels and heaven.

All for a good friend.

The only something.

— Indomitable —


Dear Sage,

“Baykoy, baykoy… it’s time to go baykoy… Here goes the joy… Call them, ahoy… Baykoy, baykoy, koy koy… Can’t be destroyed… Woohoy…”

I sang it the whole time through until we reached the waterfalls.

It was a misty morning. A little damp. Sunny. Kind. Enchanting.

Kidlat and Kuwago appeared to be ecstatic. With a bolting anxiety, though nothing to worry.

Nothing to worry at all.

The birds were singing and chirping. The waterfalls glistened. The running river sounded like a lullaby.

I sat on the rock and caressed Angel’s hair.

“Okay,” I said. “We have to call on the real angels now.”

I closed my eyes to pray.

I saw… I saw… I saw…

I saw your mother’s face. She looked happy. Maybe a bit distressed. But she looked happy and healthy.

And a pinching pain stung me.

Tears stormed out. Loudly. As loud as my heart could contain.

Kidlat and Kuwago’s agitation roused into crazy barks. But I didn’t care. I thought I had lost someone again. Though this time around, it hurt a lot more ‘cause I was already aware of grief. I felt it in my bones. It was the only thing that moved inside of me. The magic that I was hoping for suddenly died off by itself.

But then…

“Oy!” a girl’s voice barged in.

I gasped. Eyes wide open. My heart jumped.

The exact same feeling when Reynan follied in.

I looked at Kidlat and Kuwago. They just stayed beside me. Quietly. Nonchalantly. Though conscious.

The girl revealed her identity from the trail tracks. She was older than me. Still a young girl. Just older. And she looked like a knowing clock.

I couldn’t understand as to why I described her as a knowing clock. But it was the first thing that crossed my mind as she descended her way towards me.

She was pretty, with a colorful dress on. She was wearing red slippers. She had long hair and the kindest smile.

Could she be in fourth grade? Could she be grandpa’s student?

No. I thought she was a little older than a fourth grader.

Besides, I would have recognized her face instantly for sure. Especially when she had the striking bearing of an angel.

Kidlat and Kuwago greeted her with a soft moan.

She took out some treats from her pocket, then showed them to me. They looked like candies, but bulky.

“Chocolate bars,” she said. “Have some.”

I grabbed one, then she slipped the rest back into her stash.

“Does your doll have a name?” she asked.

“Angel,” I replied.

She giggled. “And I’m Angeline.”

“Ooh really?” I was surprised.

“I just came back from Manila,” she said. “I live… not that far from here. What about you?”

“Nearby the school,” I replied.

She flipped at me with a funny smile. “I know who you are. You’re the granddaughter.”

“How did you know?” I perked up.

“‘Cause they told me you’re like… a special doll,” she said. “They look at you, and it makes them wanna… sing.”

A stranger can validate a special heart. Through a funny feeling.

The only something.

— Indomitable —


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