Points to Wonder

Fruits of Her Labor

what would you feel if one day your sixth grade daughter will tell you that she was told by their school administrator to write a poem to be submitted as an entry to a national search for young writers? and that it must be written inside the school campus? and that there are only six of them, one in each section (sixth grade)? of course, you would feel very happy…and proud, wouldn’t you?

i felt the same when that happened to me weeks ago. imagine, your youngest daughter in a national competition! i would not feel as great if it is only for the school. i am used to it. my daughter, nikka (nelly karen viktoria), has been a consistent first honor student since she was in the prep until the fifth grade, and hopefully, another one this year. she has lots of medals in extra-curricular fields, too.

the next day after she told me these, i went to immanuel school of davao, the school where she is in and saw this poster in the school’s bulletin board:

the MECHANICS:

again, what would you feel if your daughter will tell you that she won second place in a national search for young writers? of course, you would feel happier…and more proud, wouldn’t you?

you guess it right; i felt the same way, too, when she told me so. it is not easy to be chosen from thousands of entries coming from different schools both from public and private nationwide. her entry must be that good at her level!

on the 24th day of last month (october), she surprised us all: my wife, nelly, my daughters gladys and kringkring, and my son, junjun. she brought home from school a box bearing her name and her school’s containing what i called ‘fruits of her labor’. inside the box were assorted books and dictionaries, an expensive digital clock, a beautiful school bag, and a cash gift of three thousand pesos. my heart swelled! and that night, gifts to her came in: an expensive wristwatch from my married eldest daughter, carmeli, who worked as a supervising engineer for ‘pinnacle holdings’ ,owner of ‘nccc chain of supermarts’, cakes from hannah, a long-time friend of my son and from her ‘kuya’ junjun, a beautiful necklace. great, aren’t they?

the ‘fruits of her labor’ inside the box are priceless, no doubt about it – they are not bought, nor solicited but prizes. what made me feel the proudest father in the world though did not came from that box . it was in another thin box. it was given to her in an unscheduled ceremony in her school by the search sponsor’s representative. this was it:

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the winning entry (of course, superimposed on a beautiful picture later by the proud father):

the search for young creative writers was sponsored by: