Memories of Our Old House

Memories of Our Old House

Carl Jan Rioboca





It was a bright and sunny day. The sun rose like a very high skyscraper and very hot like a boiled water. It was summer again, a time for vacation, a time for relaxing and a time for fun but I spend my summer vacation on going back to our old house. In a not so far distance while I'm on my journey, I saw our old house.







And when I'm there, it took me hard to take a pace then afterwards, something just ran on my mind and made me remember my childhood. When I was young, backyard is our favorite place to release our innocent craziness and so we call it "Home Of The Backyard Monsters" where we of course were the monsters. There with my siblings and friends, we spent almost the entire day doing anything but makes our everyday as everything.







If our old house didn't marked my past, maybe I would call it "Abandoned House" for the reason that it's already torn and destroyed. So for me not to wasted a lot of time, I started my tour on our old house and then I remember how this house made our family happy, praying and eating together while sharing stories that create U-shape on our lips. I remember in this house how we begin each day with each other, how our parents pampered us, how love rejoices in our hearts. I want to feel and experience that once again but the problem is I don't know how.






Maybe it's hard for a lonely recovering person like me to reminisce my terrible past. But how long should I carry this hardship? How I wish that I could go back to the past and cease our house from burning. But you know, the part in there that hurt me a lot is that I'm happily playing with my friend while our house was already set on fire so when I went home I ended up on nothing so I regretted everything because I know that there's no other to blame on.







It is really important to be with our family, they are our only foundation but what should I do now? Now that I lost them, now that there's nothing left, now that I have nothing at all. I just felt that my tears were already falling but despite the fact that I lost everything still I thanked GOD for giving me another life, another chances and another hope.






Maybe I lost them literally but the memories of our old house will still and still bring back to me their memories and of course the existence of their love figuratively. They will still live here in the deepest part of my heart.