My Friend

My name is Pepe. I am 12 years old. People say nobody would read what I will write because I lack schooling and English is my second language but you see, I very much want to share with you the story of my friend Dave. I am confident that although I’m not really a writer, I hope I will be able to communicate the message I want to, through this story. My qualifications? I earned the “Best in English” in my grade six class. This is my story.

I met Dave one night in a bar. Right after I graduated from elementary, I worked as an errand boy for Paradise Bar. I wanted to earn to be able to continue my schooling the coming year.

Dave was not one of the “ugly Americans” as others call them. (“Go home, Yankees!” I often hear the cry of protesters in the streets.)

According to the women in the bar, he looked like Mel Gibson – the actor in Braveheart. ( I watched that movie several times with them, and I agreed.)

When the other airmen were noisily drinking, he was just in one corner, silently sipping his beer. He was also soft spoken and treated me kindly -unlike the other Americans. He always gave me a tip – not in coins but in paper- that was a lot for me.

Every night, he came to the bar, all by himself. The women would crowd around him and tried to talk to him, but in the end , he always preferred to be alone. One time when all the customers have left and I was done gathering the empty bottles, he called me.

“What’s your name?” he smiled at me.

“Pepe” I answered.

“Where do you live?”

“Gueco Street.”

“Do you want to work for me?”

I was surprised, “What work?”

” Just be my yardboy and clean the house once a week,”
he continued smiling at me. “Lighter work, and more pay”

” Yes, ” I said eagerly.

” You can start tomorrow.” he said.

I started working for Dave. He lived alone in a three – room apartment near their Military Base. I learned that he was a pilot – an officer – he had a “wing” symbol on his military uniform. At times when I was done cleaning the yard, he would talk to me about his family back in Wyoming. How he missed them. He said he had a younger brother my age. (Perhaps that was why he had helped me?)

He went less and less to the Paradise Bar as days went on. He allowed me to stay in the other room of his apartment. I went home during weekends to give money to “Nanay” (mother). I was earning more and I was able to save money too.

During evenings, we would barbecue at the backyard and just talk. He asked me about my family and my plans. I told him about how I wanted to go to high school; that I was the eldest of 5 children and that my parents could not get good jobs because they were not able to go to college too. I was not telling him this to ask for help. I was telling him because he was able to encourage me to talk and I didn’t usually open up that easily. I think we were alike because we didn’t talk openly about ourselves to other people.

One day when he came home;

” Myrna, this is Pepe, Pepe this is Myrna – my girlfriend.”

I was shocked. I stared at her face and saw a smirk. I did not like her but I shook her hand anyway.

” Sige na, iwanan mo kami,” (Go on, leave us alone) she said in the dialect, so I left them.

I could hear Myrna’s laughter echoing in the house.

“You don’t like her,” Dave said when she left. I did not reply. “You’ll like her when you’ll get to know her better.” he said and I nodded.

Everyday thereafter, Myrna came to the house even when Dave was not there. She ordered me around like she owned me. I am not new to this as bad people always do that to poor people like me.

“Pagkatapos mong gawin iyan, labhan mo ang damit ko!” (After you’re done with that, wash my clothes!) She would bark the order at me.

I had no choice but to obey, she was my boss’ girlfriend and I could see that Dave’s happiness was complete with her around.

One day. when Dave was at work, Myrna came. She had a man with her. They went straight to Dave’s room. I can hear her giggling.

” Eto, puede na ba ito” (this one, is this okay?)she asked the man.

There was no reply and when they came out, she was carrying Dave’s big camera in one hand.

“Ate,” I asked ” Saan po ninyo dadalhin iyan?” (Where will you bring that?)

“Wala ka na doon”, (It’s none of your business) she pouted at me.

I could not do anything when she walked past me. When evening came, Dave arrived and I waited for him to ask about the camera but he said nothing , so I presumed that everything was well.

During the days that followed however, I noticed that Myrna no longer came to the house. Dave went back to his usual silent moods. I tried to talk to him but he answered in monosyllables.

“If it’s about the camera, ..” I started.

“No, don’t worry about that,” he replied, and that was that.

He did not want to talk about Myrna and I did not dare ask. By then I know that when Dave wanted me to know, he would tell me. As days passed, his mood improved. We went back to cooking barbecue and talking about his experiences: how he had slipped on a pond because he was rushing to school; how he and his brother enjoyed their first rodeo and many others. These was all new to me so I listened with awe.

When it was my turn, I went on to talk too about how I enjoyed reading so much and my interest in poetry and writing. He gave me a box of pocketbooks to read the following day, “here, they are all yours.” he said.

It was halfway to June then and I had saved enough money for enrollment but not enough to buy my school materials. That was good enough for me though, the rest can be remedied, I was sure.

It was after several months that Olive came into our lives. Unlike Myrna, I liked Olive immediately. She treated me like Dave did. Her kindness was from the heart, because even when no one was around she treated me like a younger brother. I came to know that she worked as a nurse in the Base hospital.

I can see that Dave was happier with Olive than with Myrna. They were so in love. I was not surprised when they told me they were getting married that coming June. I was happy for them! They assured me, I can stay with them for as long as I wanted.

But that was not what happened. Fate had more surprises for me – the following June, Mount Pinatubo erupted. Tons of ashes rained and all US bases (Subic and Clark) were abandoned by fleeing US soldiers.

I was home helping my parents take shelter when the order for the evacuation of the US bases was given. I knew Dave would be looking for me. I braved the ashfall and rushed to Dave’s apartment… but he was gone. Olive was there, packing things in boxes.

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“Nasaan siya?”(Where is he?) I asked her.

“Umalis na siya” (He’s gone), she said with tears in her eyes.

I can’t help but cry too. Dave was gone! I couldn’t believe it. I had thought we would be together for long.

“Will you be okay?” I asked her , knowing she was feeling the same way, even much more perhaps.

“He promised to keep in touch,” she assured me. “He left something for you.”

She gave me a camera and an envelope… the camera ?

“It is brand new,” Olive said when she saw the question on my face. ” He knew about the first camera. It was Myrna. ” she continued.

I opened the envelope. There was green money – enough for me to pursue my ambition of going back to school. I cried all the more, thinking how generous he was. You can always count on him – my Boss Dave – NO – my friend Dave!

One important lesson I have learned is that, no matter what race one belongs to, there will always be the bad and the good.


This story is from my archives.

12 thoughts on “My Friend”

  1. Hi Jena,

    Thanks for stopping by my blog. You and I can go braless, wear halter tops, peace signs, and have a beer. These young girls should thank us they’re not wearing garter belts and spit curls! I’ve always been an avid reader and writer but never found my voice until I got hit by lightning.
    It’s hard to reinvent yourself when technology has moved so fast that half of the appliances we use today didn’t exist when we were growing up.

    Feel free to stop by anytime. You’ve got a great blog. I’ll have to check out your other sites!


    julia ward – a BLINDING heart – a writer’s blog –

    check out my latest post:
    Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.

  2. Thanks Julia for dropping by and commenting. You’re right, I will visit you regularly. You have a great blog yourself.

  3. if being 28 is still young…hehehehe…then i am happy to admit im young. thanks for visiting my Lourdes’ Mia Blog. i do appreciate it.

    God bless!!

  4. Thanks for visiting and commenting. You have very nice blog and you do write well. I will come again, do drop by often at my blogs. Mind me asking, how old are you? Regards, May 🙂

  5. Ruby, I’m a lot older than you are then. Let’s say you are a daughter to me. In fact, my daughter is one year older than you are.

    May, that would answer your question too. I am glad to have a friend from Malaysia.

    I will include you in my blog roll too. Thanks to you both for visiting too.

    Happy blogging.

  6. words on the tip. Thanks but I will have to add content first before I will go full blast with my blog roll. Happy blogging.

  7. Jena,
    I was saddened that Dave, his friend, and his girlfriend were separated. However, my sadness for them has been redeemed when I found out that Dave left the boy something, and that he promised the girl that he’ll get in touch with her. Good feeling ending.

  8. Tasha , thanks for dropping by. What happened to your novel, come on write the rest, let it flow, editing will come later. Go for it.

    Angel , thanks too for dropping by and for the kind words. I’m trying hard to write. Just the thought that someone reads them is good enough for me. Your blogs are great and very informative. Happy blogging.


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