Saklan

was the street name, and the first house i lived in for the first 9 years of my life. And those 9 years were absolutely wonderful.

My house was old, and had been bought by my dad. Most of my family lived together when they first came to the U.S, until they decided to move out and be on their own.

Our house wasn’t beautiful. But the memories that were created there make me miss my childhood more than i ever expected to miss it. Until this age, i can remember every detail about our house. I encounter smells that remind me of our old living room. The trees i see in the autumn bring me nostalgia of the leaves turning different colors in the many trees we had in our backyard. Sprinklers during the summer remind me of the ones my mom would set to water the plants. The swingset my aunt has in her backyard, reminds me of the one i had been built by my uncle in the very very last tree among the others. And like i said, our house wasn’t beautiful. Not one bit. Our cabinets creaked, the paint on the outside was chipped, we lacked a heater most of the time, and everything was different.

It wasn’t a typical house. My mother had many many tiny markings on the wall in our kitchen representing me and my brothers growth throughout the years. Our backyard was huge and had many many types of trees. It had a raspberry tree, apple trees, and peach trees. This is when my grandpa lived with us. He would wake up early in the morning and walk with me outside to wait for the school bus. When i would come back he’d be waiting outside patiently. He would feed me, and help me with my numbers in the backyard sitting next to me in a chair while he read the newspaper.

From the kitchen window one would be able to see the beautiful trees that were in our big backyard, and my brother shooting my other cousines with his new water gun. That’s where we got out first dog, and i remember being so happy. And my mom was actually happy and loved the dog instead of hating it. I’d wake up early, and watch cartoons on our tv Saturdays because we didn’t have cable, while the sun peaked through the shutters of the window.

When i think about it, there were so many things that i lacked. That we lacked. But we were so happy. I wish things could still be like this.

And i have no fucking clue why the hell i’m writing this or thinking about this at mother effin 12 am. I don’t think anyone cares about my past, or yeah. I tend to reminisce on the good things a lot past midnight.

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