Buhay ko.

The waking sun and screeching chickens of the set of early morning.

The voices of loud pots and words of my native tongue.

Walking to school with friends, eating lunch with teachers and classmates.

Learning about different cultures which we thought was weird and funky.

The setting sun as we walk home to our houses from a long day of school.

The greetings and "manos" given to our elderly as we walk by.

The tones of bottles hitting each other, with voices of mail elderly laughing

in joy and happiness.

The sounds of crickets and all types of little critters awake at night.

Loud sounds of motorcycles and walking as the night goes.

The life we onced lived will change, we get old and learn.

Life is a story full of lessons. I wish to tell the tales of it.