Girl meets World

Ingrid M. Lescano @ingridlscn

It’s still there. It had always been there. No one dared to move it. I’m standing in that exact position back then. The cold wind blows by making me shiver. I walk near it. I can feel my heart racing with every step I take to narrow the distance. The closer I walk, the better I see the rust all over it but I don’t mind. I hold on by the sides feeling the cold running down my skin yet a familiar feeling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before dragging my leg to step up along with my body.

Sixteen years. It’s been sixteen years since the first time I ever saw it. Sixteen years where I would stop running around and just look at my father standing on it, either looking at the tree in our backyard or staring at the view. I remembered his relaxed face rather than being afraid about the distance between him and the ground. Seeing his face made me wonder.

“Father, are you not afraid up there?” I asked. He looked down on me and laughed.

“No, Iris.” He answered while staring back at something.

“What does it look like up there, Father?” I once again asked.

“It feels like you’re on top of the world.” He said.

As I took a final step to reach the top of the ladder, I composed myself to stand on it and the question when I was young was finally answered today as I saw what it is like up here. A whole view of the town meters away from meeting the clouds floating above with lights scattered and small noises you can hear from time to time.

Father was right. You will not be afraid if you stand from here, looking at what’s in front of you.

You will feel like you’re on top of the world.

I’m on top of the world.

Ariel L. Magpantay Jr. @mistereyyyy

Ariel L. Magpantay Jr. @mistereyyyy

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