home sweet home

I live in a weird place... i am a weird person...i've been told that a lot of times by the closest of my friends... I can practically live with a little clutter and dirt here and there but not with animosity... I take pride of my color, the hue of land mixed with a little sand.. Sometimes i still dream of flying like i used to as a child...my greatest dream is not to be a billionaire but an angel...each day i try my best to be good a girl as "good" can be... I know how to cook but not good at it but am pretty sure you will not die if you risk to taste what i serve :) No vehicle not even a bicycle could reach the place where our little family built a small house upon a hill... Last weekend i climbed to the roof for the first time and enjoyed every bit of my time...and swear i will do it again...the sight of clouds and the sky...the feel of the wind on my face, the singing of birds gliding by make me happy undoubtedly...Perhaps i'll stay here for good...afraid to give up the simple life that i live...

contented with who and what i am...i can safely say today, that yes i am....i am Happy where i am....in my motherland:)

brotherhood

there's absolutely nothing more that this mother's heart ardently wishes

than to see her two sons

loving each other

until she crosses beyond the sunset....

for it is what will keep her sun shining..long after her days are done....