This was once a mosque, given to my grandfather for his village. Its build almost next door to his house.
The tall grassy area in this pic used to be our lawn, where I used to run around and play, when I was 5.
Just look at it now...
Why?
Home sweet home. Well, what it used to be.. My grandparents built this house with their own hands. Just like my mom and me now. I guess we're living back their days. Is it going to end the same way?
I wonder.
I took the shot from the bed. That's my mom at the kitchen..
As you could see, its huge... Hehe...
NOT!
I'm tall enough to reach the roof by just standing up.(my mom aint so tall =j) but at lease its the one thing we could call, OURS.
I know, I saw how you strive to raise me up all by yourself.
Its hard to get anything done when you're all alone.
I'm going through the same thing.
I'm still trying to gain what ever there is for me in this life.
Nothing ever stay fixed to its place.
All is broken and shattered,
just like us.
Why is it so hard for us to built what we searched for all these years?
I'm sorry mom.
Sorry for being such a burden to you all these years.
Please give me a little bit more time to adjust.
More time to collect what you dreamed for.
Just a little bit more, then its all gonna be fulfilled.
You will get what you dreamed about.
You will get what you want from me.
Pray for me mom.
Pray that your child will succeed.
Just a little bit more mama.
And I shall give you a place to call
HOME.
