A Letter to My Hometown

Dear Hometown,

Thinking back of my childhood makes me miss you. A place like you where everyone knows everyone is far different from where we are residing now. There with you, we were living in a small hut made of bamboo and nipa. Life was so simple yet fulfilling. Everyone in the neighborhood is so accommodating and willing to lend a helping hand.

I miss your green rice fields where we used to play tag and catch dragonflies. The same rice fields where we looked for edible snails during rainy season that Mom used to cooked with taro leaves and coconut milk. I miss your river where we go fishing and Mom washed our blankets sometimes. I miss your lake and its small volcano.

I miss my cousins and old friends who were walking with me on our way to school everyday. With our old rubber slippers we go through one kilometer road, unmindful of the scorching heat or heavy rains because on the roadside there were our favorite tamarind and jocote tree where we hid from the boys and eat the fruits.

It’s been five years since I last visited you and I miss so much everything about you. I hope someday, I can buy a small piece of your land and build that same old nipa hut where I can spend the last days of my life with my family and old friends. When that time comes, I want you to welcome me with the smell of dry leaves, cold breeze, peace and tranquility…just like the old times.

Love,
Rossel

Wondering where my hometown is? I grew up in San Nicolas, small town in Batangas, the home of famous tilapia, tawilis, Pansipit River, Taal Lake and Taal Volcano. The photo above was taken from the roof top of my friend Juliet’s house, overlooking the Taal Lake and Taal Volcano. My hometown is just beautiful!

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