Learn to look back.

I am already 15 years old and I have spent my childhood years living in a nearly civilized place in the province. My family and I went to Binalonan to visit our ancestral house there. The house was built some time in 1945 after the World War II. It is nice to look back from where I was born. The place is not so big but the lawn is wide enough for me to play with my friends when I was a kid. I could still remember the time when my grandfather will give me that old two-peso coin every time I perform in front of him as if I was in a theater. This is my first visit ever since my grandfather died before the millennium strikes. No matter where I go and no matter what country I visit, I will always go back to where my heart screams. We may not live here anymore but this house will always be my home and someday I will bring here my grandchildren and let them perform just like my grandfather did to me.

I've learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon. - Anonymous