I relive the day when I was alone in the Singapore, walking here and there at Orchard Road. It was my first time to go around all by myself and I was clueless. I went by a shopping mall, which they call Lucky Plaza. The name of the place made so much sense for I was indeed, in imminent fortune.
There I was preambling within the gush of people with me, when I heard a languange spoken that seemed so musical in my ears at that time. I hastily gazed towards their direction and asked haphazardly, “ay, madame nagulat ako, Filipino po pala kayo (madame, I am surprised that you’re Filipino).” They replied with smiling faces and from then, Filipino fellowship took place.
They showed me around the Lucky Plaza, and I was surprised to see the amount of Filipinos inside it, comingling with each other as if we were in the Philippines itself. It was the exclusive lair of Filipinos all-around Singapore, and it definitely felt like home.
The group of ladies that I met went on with their separate regimens while ate Jen was left behind to accompany me. I was so touched that they even considered my well-being, a random person they just met along the street.
We went to a Filipino eatery located on the top floor. We ate our well-known pancit canton and halo-halo. It was a delightful experience to be in a different country and yet an invisible line still linked us to where we longed to be. Just seeing the strong companionship around us, made us closer and closer.
Ate Jen and I started talking as we ate our meal. She shared that she has been working there for 3 years as a domestic helper. Her siblings were still studying and she knew that they needed her support. I was even more astounded when she mentioned that she had a dregree in Education but due to the circumstances in the Philippines, she opted to leave the country; even if it meant that she would sacrifice her diploma for some time. Getting to know this lady with twinkling eyes as she spoke, made me admire her in the highest scale. Her devotion for her family, is a true testament of such greater purpose– true love. A love so strong that she would painstakingly accept anything and everything just for the sake of love itself.
All of a sudden, ate Jen was put on a pedestal. She inspired me in a huge way but at the same time, I was enraged. I got mad towards our corrupt system. For sure, there are more ate Jen’s in the world out there, suffering the insufferable just to feed their families. It was truly unfair and I hated it. How could they stomach taking what’s supposed to be a good life for our countrymen?
From then on, we had a connection and it was just amazing. One thing that I love about OFW’s all over the world, once they see another fellow Filipino, at a larger scope, the automatic response is a natural bond, a natural brotherhood.
We went around the malls closeby. We did a relatively successful amount of window-shopping and later on, she had to go and bid me farewell. I thanked her for the nth time and she humbly replied a meek “wala yun (it’s nothing)”.
As I watched her walk further and further, I could not help but draw a curve on my face for that very moment marked a special beginning. A beginning where I would never look at Domestic Helpers the same way again (yes, I think the uppercase is applicable for they do deserve the respect like any other). A beginning where I would be prouder to be a Filipino OFW.
And a beginning that I would forever treasure that once upon in my life, I have befriended someone like her.