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My first Home
A simple open house, make with the strongest fine local woods cut from a large branch thats been fallen down, and the top of the ceiling is covered with coconut leaves weaved into pattern to combine the spaces, the floor is covered with tiny clean rocks from the waterfall grinding to pieces, and on top of it is fine mats unfold to it's splendid touch. A Samoan house. My childhood house which we gladly call "Our home"
There lived my mother and my 3 sisters, 1 brother and I. A fierce look in the modern days of living is one of the Beautiful Island ever exsist, people call it the heart of the Pacific. Our clothes were bile up in a corner, folded unevenly, our matress were form with fine mats double up and billows to be make from an engrave wood like a U shape. It was hard but comfortable. We showered in the rain most of the time, fill up water with bugets and cooked outside in the sun.
I remembered how simple life was back then. How quiet and peaceful and sastifying to live a life with a simple roof over our heads knowing we will have a nice meal either fresh fishes from the ocean, and taro or banana from the plantation and finish it up with our so call desert a fresh coconut with the jelly fine white part of the coconut. It was all the God given crops and food that many cannot buy. Not to mention a ripe papaya or the sweetest mango when it's season due. A simple sarong tied up beneath your arms as a everyday wear for us female.
The kids playing freely on a green grass with cricket being one of the main games with sticks and a burn lush of coconut husk as a ball. The women's cheering for there husband singing samoan songs and the laughter was overjoyed. Every evening before Dawn all families gather in there own hut open house to give praise and prayers thanking God for all that he has done and given us. And on Sunday we race to church, and coming home to a delicious family feast with food all baked in a tradition umu, where we heated the rocks first then put in a baked fish maranade with the local leaves minted flavour.
Our house was full of laughter and pure joy. It was a place of love all around. We were simply greatest for having a roof over our head, food on the table to be shared with our loved ones. There I was taught the many lessons in life. My mother was the most hard working when my dad died, my siblings were all helping out as well. We grew closer each day. We learn to obey our eldest, we learn how to talk respectfully, we learn to the grateful for the littlest things is life. We learn to Love despite whatever life we have.
It was beyond real. It was humbling. I was the lucky one whom got out eventually and start a life overseas from a young age. It was different and scary but I lived throughout. I came back years after to visit home it was strange and weird. The western culture influence and change to it's standard. With brick house in Western style with bedrooms and bathrooms all in one instead of my children open house. Some changes were for the better some were not at all. The laughter was barely heard daily, everybody had there own life ahead of them. Hardly any families have outside kitchen like before.
My childhood home vanished. I'll do anything to relieve that moment again. Where I was free as bird and happily endorse to the world. My family remains the same in living the simple life that brought us this far. I mover overseas I see the emeralds and the fancy life, for onces I was happy and be apart of it but I turn to see my humble upbringing and missed everything about it. A place where I can actually be myself. A place open with love at no cost. A place I first call my home. From humble begining.
#love
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There lived my mother and my 3 sisters, 1 brother and I. A fierce look in the modern days of living is one of the Beautiful Island ever exsist, people call it the heart of the Pacific. Our clothes were bile up in a corner, folded unevenly, our matress were form with fine mats double up and billows to be make from an engrave wood like a U shape. It was hard but comfortable. We showered in the rain most of the time, fill up water with bugets and cooked outside in the sun.
I remembered how simple life was back then. How quiet and peaceful and sastifying to live a life with a simple roof over our heads knowing we will have a nice meal either fresh fishes from the ocean, and taro or banana from the plantation and finish it up with our so call desert a fresh coconut with the jelly fine white part of the coconut. It was all the God given crops and food that many cannot buy. Not to mention a ripe papaya or the sweetest mango when it's season due. A simple sarong tied up beneath your arms as a everyday wear for us female.
The kids playing freely on a green grass with cricket being one of the main games with sticks and a burn lush of coconut husk as a ball. The women's cheering for there husband singing samoan songs and the laughter was overjoyed. Every evening before Dawn all families gather in there own hut open house to give praise and prayers thanking God for all that he has done and given us. And on Sunday we race to church, and coming home to a delicious family feast with food all baked in a tradition umu, where we heated the rocks first then put in a baked fish maranade with the local leaves minted flavour.
Our house was full of laughter and pure joy. It was a place of love all around. We were simply greatest for having a roof over our head, food on the table to be shared with our loved ones. There I was taught the many lessons in life. My mother was the most hard working when my dad died, my siblings were all helping out as well. We grew closer each day. We learn to obey our eldest, we learn how to talk respectfully, we learn to the grateful for the littlest things is life. We learn to Love despite whatever life we have.
It was beyond real. It was humbling. I was the lucky one whom got out eventually and start a life overseas from a young age. It was different and scary but I lived throughout. I came back years after to visit home it was strange and weird. The western culture influence and change to it's standard. With brick house in Western style with bedrooms and bathrooms all in one instead of my children open house. Some changes were for the better some were not at all. The laughter was barely heard daily, everybody had there own life ahead of them. Hardly any families have outside kitchen like before.
My childhood home vanished. I'll do anything to relieve that moment again. Where I was free as bird and happily endorse to the world. My family remains the same in living the simple life that brought us this far. I mover overseas I see the emeralds and the fancy life, for onces I was happy and be apart of it but I turn to see my humble upbringing and missed everything about it. A place where I can actually be myself. A place open with love at no cost. A place I first call my home. From humble begining.
#love
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