My Unforgettable Place

“Old House”

“It’s almost ruined”, this I hear from people who simply walk pass through our old house. At first sight people might say that line, but they do not really know what’s with it and it is never abandoned.

Our family now is living in a house with noise around. The place comprises many different faces from different places. At first I thought it was ideal for us to settle in a place where we can raise our livelihood to give us the things we crave in life. But one day wile walking back to the road I used to take before when I  was juvenile, immature in mind I realized is it really right to leave our old house and move in a vicinity I consider living hell?

While sitting in a corner I watch our house and a thought popped out my mind, indeed it got old. The time was so nostalgic; I find no escape, bit by bit I can feel the heavy emotions rising from me. I noticed something not far from my sight and it was a little slipper, it looks like it had been there for years. I went close to it and pulled it from the surface it’s buried. I took a glance of it for several minutes and to realize that it was my slipper out of nowhere I whispered this is the place where I used to play. Here I laugh outrageously, with playmates around the world out there seems not to exist. A day is not enough everyone wants to stay and play but my parents would say “that’s enough for today, there’s still tomorrow anyway. And one at a time my playmates would go with smile drawn in their faces. Inside the house mother was preparing for our supper, my older sister out of curiosity would usually assist her in the preparation. At the living room is where my father would typically preach us about our religion and about things significant in life. Everything was so simple. We sleep after a very long day of play and of work.

Morning comes; there was silence from all around the place. Silence won’t stay for long for birds would sing and my older sister’s deafening alarm clock would ring. It’s time to wake up, breakfast is ready. In front of me is my father reading newspaper that I find to be very boring. Right beside me is my mother feeding my little shrewd sister. Everybody is so busy doing their stuff. After breakfast I rushed into the comfort room and quickly take a bath my mind is telling me that everyone is waiting outside for me to start the game and to think those people out side our house were all bunches of ill-tempered youngsters. Everything in my mind is just so accurate, excited faces were right before my eyes. They stood altogether, everyone was complaining, of course I have to do my responsibilities before playing. And it went on; we played until all of us are tired of running and yelling. The day end with a big sigh from everyone.

Right were I stand I feel pain on my legs and I realize I've been standing there for almost an hour. I saw the slipper that was on my hand; I smile and scratch my head. Suddenly I felt an unspeakable feeling. It’s one of my memories that I always want to go back to and there is only one place where I can reminisce my childhood past and it is found in my favorite place, our old house.

Who says that was an abandoned house?  It was not abandoned because our family’s memories of joy and happiness will remain right inside and outside that house.