the sampaguita girl
it was the night when i should have followed my heart. sadly, i did not. now, i will regret it forever. especially if i don't find her again. &&&&&&&&&& when you pass by the street near the cultural center of the philippines, especially at night, you will most likely see these little girls and boys selling the sweet-smelling, dainty sampaguita flowers stringed together and being offered like garlands to drivers and passersby. these children, who should have been enjoying a good night watching their favourite cartoon show on teevee in the safety of their living rooms are instead facing all kinds of dangers out on the streets trying to make a living. robbed of their innocence, their right to enjoy their childhood, these boys and girls, in worn out clothes and sometimes without sleepers, some as young as four years old, have learned to tell sad stories just to sell sampaguita to strangers. if you decline, they will follow you until yo...