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The typical nipa hut showed a candid lifestyle; its tranquility ensured by a laughing troop of eight-year-olds around a huge sampalok tree; the warm smiles and gentle pat on the shoulder manifested how amicable the town folks are. My tita and I spent our childhood at Lalayat – a baranggay in San Jose, Batangas where people have been living in humility, peace and geniality. Growing up in an ideal environment, we enjoyed every moment that passed-by with the comfort of being sheltered by a house made of kawayan. Lalayat a place where farming and livestock raising is a way of life – where green pastures and fields of rice, sugarcane, coffee and paminta are everywhere, where raising cows, chickens and pigs is a part of every household, where the refreshing aroma of the morning air mingles with the stinging smell of animal refuse. It is a place where the elderly are all-wise and are well-respected; a place where people know each other. Our house is made up entirely of kawayan. It has a terrace where we usually played all day; doing misfits or two – playing with my mother’s make-up mixing it with water and using it as paint when we’re coloring books, or making holes on the walls of the terrace using my grandfather’s Swiss knife.
Approximate Word count = 849
Approximate Pages = 3.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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