The House where I was born
1 Jan 2009
When I went back to the Philippines and set foot in this house, I truly felt that this is where my heart belongs.... the house where I was born. Every room, every door, windows, stairs, fixtures, furnitures, were a very big part of me, my childhood, the happy carefree days of endless play, and trouble. This house was built in 1928 by my grandfather and my grandmother. It has 3 berooms, big formal living room, big formal dining room, 12' celings, 1 full bath, kitchen, and family dining room. My grandparents had 7 children, 3 boys and 4 girls, my dad was the youngest. My grandsparents passed away in their early 40's leaving their children behind to be raised by my grandmother's sister, who never had children of her own, whom I truly adored and loved. When the sisters got married some of them moved away to live in their own houses, some stayed till they built a house of their own. So at one time this house was full of siblings, cousins, endless laughter and squabbles, the memories that brings smile and tears to my eyes for I miss them dearly. I miss the days of being with them sharing stories, eating together, playing running around the house, scaring each other at night. I saw all of them together when I went back, mainly because when there is a death in the family people travel from all places to pay their respect, and remember.