A Moment of Confusion

A moment of confusion

Cherry V. Tubes

It’s Wednesday morning. The sky is not stopping to pour heavy rains starting last night. I’m not planning to get up my bed yet until I heard my phone beeps. With my eyes still closed, I searched for it beside my pillow to find out who owns that kind heart that disturbed my sleep.

            “Des, m dcyded..i rily don’t hav any choice bt 2 do dis..”

            That message was enough to wake up all my sleeping senses. It was from my best friend, Kaye. After reading her text message, I finally get up my bed, took a bath, dressed up and went outside for some walk even if it’s still raining.

Actually, I’m not going anywhere. I just want to walk and think of how can I help Kaye.

            Kaye and I were best friends since our elementary days. She was used of telling all her problems to me. And so do I to her. In all times, we see to it to help each other in every means we can. But not this time. I really can’t think of anything to help her now. Well, actually, I do have some suggestions in mind which I’ve already told her a week ago. But she seems not to like my ideas. I know the reason; she’s too scared and at lost.

            I myself is at lost and feel anxious for her. This predicament is really the worse of all. Both of us don’t know what to do until her boy friend suggested something that I greatly disagreed. My faith can’t allow my best friend to commit that kind of peccadillo. But do we have a choice?

            I continued walking until I noticed that I had gone too far. I look around me to see where am I now. To my surprise, I found myself standing at the door of an adoration chapel.

            “Will I get in or not?” I asked myself.

            I chose not to get in; instead, I just sit down on a nearby bench. My mind is still confused until I saw a picture of Jesus Christ on one of the bulletins outside the chapel. His hands were stretched forward as if offering something; and on it was a baby lying innocently. I read the words below the picture.

            “This is a child, not a choice…”

            That ad made me hurried to Kaye’s house. I must stop her to do what she’s planning before its too late.

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