As I lie on my bed, I remember
the carved wooden door I used to bang
when I’m outrageously mad at someone,
the heavy narra chairs I used to kick
when I tried to tame my lazy brothers,
that long soft sofa I used to sleep in
during those long cold boring afternoons,
that comfortable bed I woke up in
early in the morning,
the big airy house full of noise,
that white house I used to sneak out of,
that is now the most sentimental place
I long to go back to and never leave again.
Lee Ivy Acevedo is a student of creative writing at UP Mindanao.