Last weekend, while at the church I kept telling myself, ” keep your eyes open, don’t you dare fall asleep.” I haven’t slept for 16 hours having just came back from a 12 hour night shift. As soon as the choir start singing, I can feel myself being cradled to sleep.
In between my battle with sleepiness, my son would get my attention as he starts swaying his legs up and down. I had to whisper to him several times, ” please stop. The old woman next to us is staring at you.” The woman I was referring about kept glancing at him with an annoyed, strict-looking face. He stopped eventually to my relief. He kept himself busy trying to read the song book. I whispered to my wife, “we chose the wrong spot to sit on. Next time, let’s sit near the area with more kids.”
I saw my son bounced from his chair. He looked all wide-eyed and smiled. He then asked me excitedly, ” dad can we go to the bazaar?” I told him, “we’ll see.” As I was saying this, I was trying to check if I brought my wallet with me. Turned out I left it at home. I then asked my wife, ” did you bring your purse?” She replied, “oh, no. I left it too.” There were a few pennies and dimes in the car but we were going to need more. I whispered to my son, “we need to go home first to get some money before heading to the bazaar.” He quietly nodded his head in agreement. On the way home, I stopped counting the number of times he said, “can we go to the bazaar please?”
I was tired that morning but when I saw my son looking all excited and really wanting to experience what a bazaar is, I gave in. He was pulling my hand as well as his moms as he rushed to the toy section of the flea market booth. Honestly, this was my first bazaar too and I was clueless as to what to expect.
There were a lot toy cars, superhero action figures, Barbie dolls, board games and stuffed toys. I asked my son, “what toy are you looking for?” He replied, ” I’m looking for a Star Wars toy dad.” So, both me and him started going through the boxes of toys. Then I noticed a huge box at the end corner with a ” Star Wars” name on it. I excitedly picked it up.
I told my son with a twinkle in my eyes, ” guess what I found?” He replied in a hopeful voice, “Star Wars toy?” I happily told him, “yes, it’s a Star Wars spaceship!” His face glowed with excitement as I gave him the huge box. As I handed him the toy, a man approached us. It was the same man who made the announcement at the church. He smiled at us, almost with a child-like laughter and said, ” that came from my Star Wars collection. Have fun with it. I also included two action figures in it.” I can see a little sadness on his face but at the same time he seems relieved that another Star Wars fan will love it as much as he did. Perhaps even more.
Then I looked around and said to myself, ” a lot of people gave up what they cherish today for a good cause.” There were vintage Barbie dolls still untouched in their box, some dating back 10 years or more. A woman with a little girl’s heart gave up something special that day including precious sentiments and memories.
Money wise, we were able to collect $13.50 from what’s left of our cash bin at home. Most of which were coins. I kind of felt poor for a moment. The Star Wars Arc-170 Fighter spaceship was $10, the card game $2 and the DVD Clone Wars for $1. As for the price of fun, it was priceless.
Christmas is around the corner. Soon enough there would be snow but not in Houston although 2 years ago, mother nature heard some kid’s prayer and it snowed for 1 day. It was more than enough to make a snowman and play snow balls. We all had a great time that day as a family. It was truly a ” White Christmas” with snow flakes and all. For somebody that came from the tropics, it was like seeing Santa!
As for me, I had a mouth-watering breakfast or “brunch.” I was so hungry that I thought they tasted heavenly. Everything seems to taste good when I’m starving. I was also able to get a lot of beautiful pictures but more than anything else, I had a wonderful time with my family. The bazaar event was a fun experience. Thanks to my son’s persistence. It’s also a day where people came together as one community because of their faith and for a cause they believe in. It’s one bazaar that I won’t forget.
On our way home, my son started playing with his cards. Before I went to sleep in preparation for another 12 hour night shift work, I helped my son assemble his spaceship. He was so thrilled when it was all done. He gave me a kiss before I went to bed. When I woke up that afternoon, he was still playing with his Star Wars spaceship. He whispered before I left the house, ” can I have another spaceship for my Birthday?” as he pointed to the other models at the back of the box.