We were on our way pogiBoy’s childminder for holidays and he started interrogating me again. He began with “you look old mum”. He’s been obsessing about this since the first time he said it.

mummy: There’s nothing wrong about getting old. you will grow up and be old as well.

pogiBoy: I don’t want to be old

I didn’t answer because I was thought of “Peter Pan”, which we watched on the weekend. Maybe that started his curiosity again?

When I didn’t say anything, pogiBoy asked “after old, what’s next?”

mummy: We join Jesus and the Father.

pogiBoy: I don’t want to go to Heaven.

mummy: (nauubusan na ko nang Ingles) If you’ve been following God’s will you will go to Heaven, there you can have a mansion maybe a castle!

pogiBoy: What’s ‘will’?

mummy: (racking my brain, bakit ba kasi ganun ang sinabi ko??)  God’s will is for you to be good like Jesus. You love Him more than anything, you love your friends and enemies, you love and respect your parents. Who are your parents?

pogiBoy: Mummy and daddy. I don’t want a castle in Heaven, I want to stay home with mum and dad.

I hugged him very, very tightly. Kaya pala worried sya.

mummy: Everyone you love will be in Heaven. There we will never grow old or be sick.

He skipped all the way to the neighbours.

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