“Can I get a house like that?” I was pointing at the house down at the Highway 89. The house is along the highway, and yet a big farm surrounded it where cows, ponies and big horses usually loiter around.

In front of the big house is a wide space, some trees are standing and there are areas where you can plant different flowers or veggies if you like.

“That is expensive.” My aunt said.

“Oh well, I don’t need the farm. But I really like the house…and the yard.”

Take a look at this place.

We used to live there. I was born and grew up in this place, besides this narrow street is a place called Paraiso, but I don’t think you would want to call it Paraiso or Paradise in English. I spent my entire life here until I decided to work abroad, and it was just recently that my parents made up their mind and move to another place. And yet, we still call it home.

My father loves to plant some vegetables in a big pot and placed it in the neighbor’s roof, adjacent to our terrace. It’s a good thing that the neighbor is a relative so we are allowed to do that. He loves to pets different animals too. Pets like big birds which food is fish liver, I remember he had rabbit too, dogs and hogs.

I guess my father will be going to like the house I always see when I pass the highway.

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