I love hats. The first time I saw one I told myself “I will get it, it's mine”. I had no clue how, but I know it has something to do with what they call money.
I have one problem, how the hell am I going to get that money?
There are two ways I can lean on.
I am sure I read a poster somewhere about this or it must be the lost card I found yesterday that I gave to Cassy as a lucky token present.
They said if you found a lost item, give it as a present to someone. Soon you will find both of you are lucky.
I remember they are written as something like:
One, search a money with your face on.
Two, find the tiniest money you can own.
Upon gathering the necessary information, I got two conclusive statements:
- Money with my face is rare and so I am rare enough for hats to chase me.
- The tiniest money is easy to beg and easiest to collect and grow. However, people are ignorant and don't give in that much, so I turned and found myself making my own tiny money. It's easy to create one, you just have to know how to cut, draw, and color.
Number two conclusive statement got me thinking.
Perhaps I can trade my money to my parents in exchange of their money?
How does money work anyway?
All I know is that the number needs to be added and needed to be somehow divided. Sometimes needed to lose some for them to be multiplied.
I am not good with math, but I am good at making money.
This is not all about money, it's all about hats. My argument to the vendor I am negotiating with when they accused me of being a thief.
I worked hard for that, I worked hard for my hats.
“Go, tell your mama you need money for this hat, this is 25 pesos kid, ask what is 25 if you don't know”
There is no way I can run to my parents for this one, but I still try to.
Yet, I remember I have 25 pennies, the tiniest money I can own. I have seen another tiny penny, but it was rare. It has a hole in its center, and I think it's feisty. I can make some necklaces using them as a pendant.
“No, no, twenty-five, 2 and 5, TWENTY-FIVE, 2 and 5, 25 pesos”
But this is 25, right? Hmm two and five
I insisted and waited, returning from time to time to see if the vendor had changed and when I no longer saw the previous vendor. I tried again.
Before I asked the new vendor, I ran back home and asked my father to give me 2 and 5. He gave me a two and five coin. Five are bigger and yellowy colored than those two silvery coins.
Now I have four pennies in my hands. This is too much, more than enough, I had now two 25 money.
Marching with fear, I held the pennies and asked how much hats would cost. The amount hasn't changed.
“Iha, 25 pesos not 25 centavos” he told me when I gave him my tiniest penny.
I hid back my tiny penny and offer another 25 instead “Iha, it's only 7 pesos not 25 pesos.”
“The vendor told me it's 2 and 5 because she refused to accept my 25, it's both 25. What's wrong?”
I cried running home and asked my parents to give me some money because I wanted to eat, I wanted some chips or a biscuit and a zesto juice.
It's already noon and I missed staying at grandma’s house to play. I almost spent the days watching those hats taken by other people because they had the wanted 25 to offer.
I had 25 or maybe they thought I was just a kid?
They gave me an amount of money and I bought a biscuit and zesto, not enough so I turned to my grandma to buy some chips, she gave me enough pennies.
All set.
Finishing the food, I just realized I had the money.
Shoot
The next day when afternoon hit, instead of getting merienda, I got my hat.
MY HAT, I knew it.
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