everything comes if you let it be

I’ve not been to my mum’s ancestral home for about five years. During that time, the front part of the house has deteriorated further and now is not fit to be used. The old rambutan tree at the side is no longer there. It used to be this huge tree with deep red fruits and a colony of the fiery semut api used to inhabit it, making it impossible to climb or even sit under it. The back part of the house though is now where my uncle and his family live. It is pretty decent, actually.

The sound of the train coming by alerted my kid cousin but he has stopped going to the door to take a peek. The novelty has been replaced by routine. That is life I guess. You get used to things.

One day is still my limit of being around kids below 10.