By: Ruth Ann Celones, 5-Opal
“Yeong, Hana, dinnertime!” their mother’s voice was the only one to be heard throughout the green fields. Yeong gazed into the flaming orange sky tinged with rose. Another sunset.
“C’mon, Yeong. Mama will be looking for us,” hollered his little sister as she placed down the abaca she was weaving. “Yeong, is there something wrong?”
Yeong was still gazing into the setting sun, “No. C’mon, let’s go.” They made their way in silence through the green, careful not to step into the freshly planted crops.
Dinner was unusually quiet and the crickets outside seemed like their only neighbors.
“Finished all the crops today?” asked his father, not even looking at him.
“Yes, father,” replied Yeong, steadily.
“Very well, then,” said their father, ending their conversation. Dinner was silent then.
After dinner, Yeong gazed yet again into the evening twilight. The once flaming sky had cooled and was now a dark blue tinged with indigo. The stars seemed to dance around their little home and the moon seemed to be guarding them.
Hana sighed at her older brother, “Yeong, hello? Is everything okay? You’ve been looking at the sky all day. Is something wrong?” She always felt like she was older than her twelve-years old brother.
“Another harvest to work for,” he said, still gazing into the star-covered dusk.
“Yeah, I know how you feel. Another big job to work for. When will this end?!” Hana’s sigh was impatient.
“Excuse me?” asked Hana, confused.
“No, not work. This is what I am looking forward to; reaching a new beginning.”
For the first time that day, Hana felt her jaw rise and her cheeks blush a deep rose. She smiled. It felt wonderful. “I hope we get what we deserve after working so hard,” she said dreamily. Yeong chuckled.
“We will. The moon is up now, let’s sleep. Night,” he said, blowing at the candle.
“Night, big brother,” Hana whispered to her sleeping brother. She felt something wonderful in her heart—humility. She gazed up into the window one last time. The moon seemed to smile at her, so she smiled back too as she settled into bed.
A few months after the crops are planted, Hana woke up to the early morning sunrise.
“Wake up, Yeong. Today is the day. The harvest is ripe.” They both gazed into the green fields. They saw more than work—they saw their dreams rising up like the early morning rise.
The sun shall no more go down, nor your moon withdraw itself;
The Lord will be your everlasting light, and
Your days of mourning have ended.