I went home last month, it was long time ago since I visited my sister, her kids and my father. I miss the simple life in the province. No air pollution, no traffic. I can feel the curfew is in effect. I don’t see teenagers on the street after 8 PM. In the morning I saw kids playing in the grassy lot. Oh those days.
I miss the lot where we usually hold our activities. Hide and seek, tag-along, luksong-tinik, luksong-baka, the childhood games we used to play. I did not see my playmates. I wonder where they are. My grade school classmates are nowhere to be found. I heard others are still working overseas – Taiwan, Dubai and Singapore. My grade school has new classrooms. I remember the time when I fell from the stage. It was a painful fall. Thankfully, my head did not hit the floor but broke my arm. Just a little fracture.
I went to our relative’s funeral who passed away 10 days after my aunt died. I had the chance to see and mingling other relatives, those who came to my aunt’s wake.
I bonded with my niece and nephews. I am proud of my niece, she received her medal during her recognition in school for being the top 2 in her class. She was also recognized for her participation in the math competition where she ranked third among other many school-participants. Woooooooo! We have a future math wizard.
When I visited on October 2015, the bridge is a work in progress. Last month, it is almost done.
This is how we travel. There is an improvised bridge attached to the main bridge. More than half is already repaired so it is a short walk to the bridge. Once we get to the repaired part, transportation is already available.