Back In Nanay's House

These days, I sleep under a flight of stairs. No, I'm not Harry Potter living with the Dursleys. I'm just back staying in my nanay-nanayan's house. We've been staying here since our house got demolished to construct the new one. Nanay is now living in the farm areas, beside our soon-to-be-constructed bungalow. She actually left the family house to her youngest son, but Kuya built his own house and his family just transferred there last week. So it was a win-win deal: we needed a place to stay while our house was in-progress, and Kuya needed someone to look after the house.

I'm no stranger to this house. I was born and raised within its walls, with Mama, Nanay, Tatay, and their children. I lived here 'til I reached third grade. After that, it was just visits during birthdays, summer breaks, holidays, Lenten season, and All Saints day. I can't help but feel a bit sentimental just staying in the same house again. I remember a lot of things in the different rooms of the house: me playing with my Lego blocks in the living room, helping fix the table for dinner, opening the front gate when I hear Kuya's jeepney approaching after a day at the farm, telling Tatay to get out of bead when he was actually dead, eating porridge for merienda, running to the gates when I hear the Lenten procession setting up. Heck, I even got to read my first Playboy and Hustler magazine in this house, straight from Kuya's stash.

I'm not sure what will happen to the house after we move to our new one. I do hope it doesn't get sold or torn down.