Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Of hot sweltering afternoons, and everyone cramped in an air-conditioned room.
Of lining up to use the single bathroom, in a house filled with 30 odd people.
Of mismatched bedcovers, and a quiltwork blanket.
Of kids hankering for game consoles, and screams of unfairness and childhood arguments.
Of sibling argument echoing, and friendships that last a lifetime.
Of climbing fruit trees in our backyard, and food never lasting more then a day.
Of a dilapated house, where nothing is new and everything has memories attached to them.
Of a house that is old, and warmer then anywhere I've ever known.
Learning the value of sharing is caring, and learning to let go.
This is a house? No, this is my home.