This house raised my mother,
where she received her firs
love letter and got intercepted
by my grandmother—this place, which also held my grandpa’s mourning.
A house was full of memories
but still could not able to deny the modernization and urbanization.
My families all moved out with the time-passing, and we came back when the town’s government forced us, local residents, to carry out instead of the commercial use with a meager price. Several neighbors united to stay
and against the town’s government.
Temperatures go high in the hot summer, making this throng of houses look peaceful and enrapt in the whole scene within lush greens.
The inside also stays still in a peacefully decaying mind as the people who live in before.
