By: Doi Flordeliz
(The Blog that I never posted)
June 5, 2008 (Thursday), while I was catching my flight back to Cagayan de Oro from Manila, I had my last summer steam off in Manila and that vacation was quite memorable for me. After all the security checks and carrying my baggage that I was shocked because when I had the check-in we found out that it excesses for 5 kilogram, that’s why it was quiet heavy, and I also hand carried the boxes of Krispy kremes for pasalubong to my friends. The security check was terrible, when I passed the last security check it was a relief.
When I entered the departure area I heard a boy crying in scream, it is like he is robbed with a toy or feeling extreme pain, but I just continued to walk and find a seat, I was busy texting my Tita, my Mom, and friends that im just waiting for the plane. After I texted everyone, I was looking for the guy that checked in at Asian Spirit his flight was bound to Boracay, he was damn cute so I was looking for him, but I did not found him. But, what I realize is that my seat was near to the little boy crying in scream, he was about 5 to 6 years old, his skin is fair, he was wearing a blue sando with pictures of Disney characters printed in front, a white towel at his back to absorb his sweat, a brown strapped sandals and white socks, chubby and he was so cute. It seemed that he is taken cared by his parents. At a first look he is a cute normal little boy, but later on I discovered that he has mental problem. Autistic, that’s what the experts call a patient to that condition of the little boy. The departure area is a huge air-conditioned room that maybe can cater a seating capacity of a thousand people. I was taking the 12:20 fight of Cebu Pacific bound to Cagayan de Oro, and I was there at exactly 11am, so I have enough time not to be late with my fight back home. I was separated an aisle away from the little boy. A nun offered her help to the father of the boy, the boy hugged the nun crying in vain as she told the nun airplane… airplane… and the nun told him, baby we are waiting for your airplane don’t cry because it is coming.
Then Cebu Pacific officials approached the father and told him that his kid is disturbing the whole of the departure area and he replied I can’t do anything my child suffers from autism and he wants to be in the plane. The officials just shook off their heads, because they can’t do anything to stop the boy from crying out so loud. A mother approached and gave the boy a pack of gummy bears (oh! Its my favorite) he stopped crying and ate two or three pieces and then he started to cry again. He screamed and screamed for the airplane Finally, it was 11:20 the PA system addressed the father and son’s flight number and flight instructions that they are now boarding then the child rushes to the people in line for boarding and the father immediately followed him and they got on board. That was the first time encountering such thing and it opened my eye that it is so hard raising up an autistic child and I have seen right before my eye the love of the father to his son.
