Dear Diary

I woke up early in the morning...went in front of my mirror...looking at myself with hair standing on my head, wearing pajamas and with my own morning star... usually I hate looking into the mirror. I mumble and complain about what I look. But this morning, I manged to smile... this maybe a face only a mother can adore but the feeling I have now prints so much happiness, satisfaction and above all....love...;p

It was almost noontime when we arrived at Purok 15- A Calot. With the sun striking on us, I almost cried especially am wearing the official GSP uniform which was inviting the heat to sink in our body! I felt so sticky and mad! We got there with all our wrapped gifts and packed sacks. I went under the shade of the acacia tree to ease what I was feeling and murmur about how untidy I am. As I looked at everyone, they seemed to wonder why we're here. And the other Girl Scouts were busy unpacking our things and opening conversations to the community. Suddenly, I felt someone bragging my dress. I stood as if nothing happened and stared at the people listening and falling in line as if we were celebrities. I felt the bragging again. I looked left and right but no one was there...I looked again..this time under...;p

I was right. The bragging was from a little girl, who as if looking for her mom or hiding under her skirt. I was pissed off and wanted to shout but then I was enlightened when she offered me her candy. I remembered when I was young, every time I cry, I stop just because of my lollipop. I smiled and bowed to reach her hand. She smiled at me to. Showing her cracked teeth, and swaying her dirty-white dress. I carried her and I know, that the candy was all she has. She offered it to me, because she knew that I need something to cheer me up. I then realized that the other Girl Scouts were here to do the same thing. Maybe not to cheer the people but to share what they have for Christmas. I then told myself that I was such a bully and a drama queen to even complain about my looks while everybody was there wiping each other's sweat yet smiling as if nothing happened. I went near my pals and they grinned saying all the things that I need to hear. They continued giving what we brought and I stood carrying the girl.

The girl giggled as she stayed in my arms for almost a long time. Then, as soon as the other kids heard her, they all went around me and asked if they can come up to. We all laughed and instead I told them a story of how a selfish pink girl turned into a loving green scout just because of a candy.

It was time for us to go home. The children hugged me. And instead of going "EW," I hugged them back as if promising that I'll come back. We went home beaming and telling stories about what happened. I stayed quiet and listened to them. For there were no words that could ever describe what I felt.

I have known, that it takes only one person to make a difference. We always have a choice...I chose to be the best of myself and live my way....And being a GIRL SCOUT was just the best part of living my life. ;p

_*">deejay">*_

Dorothy Joy E. Bacomo
Agusan Council