At 12 midnight while eating my sandwich bigla akong napatingin sa wall and it has a remnant of our old house. I smile and close my eyes while trying to remember how our house look like. I remember kung gaano kaingay at kagulo ang bahay. I tried to remember kung ano yung itsura ng bahay nung bata pa ako. Luckily, there is a picture that flash in my mind. Nakakatawa, kasi feeling ko noon sobrang laki ng bahay. Natatandaan ko pa kung gaano ka laki ang kitchen noon. I remember the old sala na kahoy pa ang sahig. Well, kahoy naman talaga ang sahig noon. Yung magagalit sila mommy kasi nag tatakbuhan kami at maingay sa bababa. Then, nirenovate yung bahay nag karoon ng 3rd floor at inayos ang kwarto. Nakakatawa na parang hotel room ang bahay sa dami ng pinto. I remember how this house used to be home for me. But as years past, things changed. The house was renovated again but my home did not survive. Unti unting naging tahimik ang maingay at magulong bahay. The warm feeling i used to felt in this house became cold. People started to leave and change. People start to make their own choice. This place starting send a foreign feeling i couldn't explain. But there is one thing for sure this place is no longer the same. It never feel the same.
I look around me and sadly smile. My home turns to be house. Its empty, cold and lonely and i have nothing to do but to accept the tragedy that this is no longer my home.
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