On my grandma's burial, I saw the town again. It relatively looks the same over the years, with some changes and a few more shabby shacks. It was another chance to see everyone in the huge family--my grandfather, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Family friends were there.
During the procession, the
crowd passed by this old manor where grandma and grandpa (who is still alive)
used to live. This is where I was born and used to spend summer vacations at.
This house reminds me of the good old days.
Not so far from this house is a wetland that teems with water hyacinth. What was once a pond is
now showing signs of ecological succession (or so I guess) and is now turning
into a vegetation-covered wetland, more like a marsh. The townspeople of Lun
Masla call this Lamak, and I don't know what that local word means. It was good
to see this spot again.
We left this place again, but this town will always have a special place in my heart not only because this is where I was born but also because I have fond memories here.
