Province Is My Home
I remember when I was still a kid, my youngest sister and I would never missed spending summer in our province. Before the school year end, my mom will send letter to my grandmother to let them know we’re going to spend summer vacation there for a month or so. It’s been our routine since I was 6 years old till I reached sophomore in High School. That’s why I can’t help but feel nostalgic every time summer season start. I love being in a province. The quite surroundings, fresh air, the wide rice fields, the lush greeneries, and the unique scent of province. Waking up to singing, chirping birds – and insects. Having breakfast in early mornings with fresh carabao’s milk. The unpasteurized kind that delivered in bottles stuffed in the mouths with rolls of banana leaves. My grandfather will taught us how to catch a fish, drink water from coconuts plucked from the backyard, show us how to make a compost bin and all different things that city girls didn’t get to enjoy in the city. Hay, can’t wait to see that place again. How I wish it’s December already.
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