Nostalgia filled my body when I entered our house near Sitio Verdi. We used to live here before we moved to the city. Dito ako unang namulat sa totoong kulay ng pamilyang kinalakihan ko.
This is where my nanny would let me roam around, without minding what the future would be waiting for us.
Mabibigat ang mga hakbang na ginagawa ko habang papalit ako sa mismong bahay namin. Our house screams hispanic, with those big balcony before the house and big windows with the arcs that was crafted in details. Hindi ako magsasawang pagmasdan ang bahay namin. It was really a beauty that I want to own despite of the bitterness it brings.
It was like admiring a freshly picked rose despite of it thorns that digs in your hands.
Walang nakaaligid na bodyguard sa lugar, at least wala sa nakikita ng tao
