"My Dad is watching..."

"My Dad is watching..."

by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.

     He never had a thing for jobs. He had a thing for violence though and the only job he knew was extorting money from those he perceived to be weaker than himself. It could be anyone from little boys coming home from school to fellow low-lifes who had just made a score. He didn't care and wasn't about to change.

     So when he observed the pretty 7 year old girl skipping along with a 500 peso bill in her hand he suddenly had an urge to go and convince her that it would be more beneficial for her to hand over the money to him. So when He saw her stand in line at the store the big thug approached as menacingly as possible.

     The moment he came near the little girl started to warn him. She was aware of his intention to take the money from her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you ,Mister" , the child warned.

     "Why? Who is going to stop me? All these people are afraid of me." The thug said as he spread his arms to indicate the silent group of people who were trying hard all of sudden not to notice what was going on. Every one was stiff necked , facing any direction but the one where the big thug stood. " So who watches over you little girl?"

     "My Dad is watching." And the child pointed to a man wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white shirt , his disheveled hair hinting that he had just woken up. He was standing on a balcony almost a block away. He was indeed watching.

     "And what is your dad going to do all the way from their when I grab this money?" The thug move toward the little girl in an effort to grab the 500 peso bill. The girl merely stood there and she began to say.

"He is the fast....

The Thug was not able to feel the punches at first but when he did they were coming in at a pace that he was not able to catch , he was getting hit with punches that felt like hammers and he was feeling bones break where they land.He crumpled to the dusty road without even seeing who hit him.

....est man alive." The child Finished. And his father stood by her with his disheveled hair and all. Barely breaking into a sweat as he stood motionless looking at the thug who now lay on the ground.

"I told your mom that I should have gone with you" her dad said.

"Well dad , you are here now..."

"I know..."

On the dusty road the thug groaned.