thief

My name is Thief. But no one really called me that. It was just a name I crafted for myself.

It was appropriate. I have stolen –without anyone noticing me
a lot of things from a lot of people who had a lot of reasons why they lost a lot of smiles.

Just last year, I stole a car. Your repair-addicted car that broke down every week, and used up your money (for repairs) every month, and took up all your savings (from all your hard work) every year. Still, you loved the car. And its sudden absence broke your heart. You frowned, sulked, and mourned.

I hope you can recall your wide smile as you sat down to the dinner you treated your family to: the dinner you bought from the savings of a car repair-free  week.

A few months ago, I stole a son. A son who would always come home (very late) with bruises from a fight, or report cards marked “failed” (in blood red ink), or girls (disrespected and devirginized) paid to make love. Still, his parents loved him. And his sudden absence broke their hearts. They worried, ached, and wept.

I hope they can remember their wide smiles as they hugged their son when he came back: now disciplined after a long month in the slums where I made him wander to.

Yesterday, I stole a life. A diseased (now deceased) old woman’s life that was wasted with lies, and hate (unknowingly for herself due to envy), and sin (that she never paused to regret). Still, the family loved that lady who lived that life. And her sudden absence broke their hearts. They cried, lamented, and grieved.

I hope they are reminded of their wide smiles as they saw the final expression on the old woman’s face: a smile revealing her satisfaction with the fact that she could finally rest.

Yes, I stole a lot of things from a lot of people who had a lot of reasons why they lost a lot of smiles. I never felt the need to take credit for it. I just smiled as you got your fair share of smiles.

And one day, I saw her. She had a lot of reasons why she kept a lot of smiles. I smiled with her. And I felt happy. But then I could not stop. I could not bear leaving her to seek the smiles of others. So I made my final theft.

I stole her heart and put it next to mine. And we have both smiled ever since. At last, I stole for my own smiles.

The End

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