BACK TO THE MOUNTAINS
Father bought land. It was cheap, because you have to walk seven
rivers, climb eight mountains, and walk another ten kilometers beside
the forest where the monkeys keep on teasing passersby with their human
appearances.
Father took me once there. We rode a white horse
together. It was really exhaustive but upon reaching there you can see
the world. You can even touch the sky.
There were horses there. Cows and goats, and fruit trees. It was a
plateau with springs of water nearby. The ducks and chickens and pigs
roam freely.
we stayed their for a month. I had dandruff
because our viand everyday is native chicken. Chicken causes dandruff
and i smell like chicken dung.
When father died, he left me
that mountain as a secret. I am the only one who knows the way. I
promised him that i will not tell my brother and four sisters.
Back to the mountain, like what father did, to have peace, I only have to speak to myself.
The winds at night shall hear me. And in the morning the mists and fog
are my comfort. And then the mountains nearby shall be my echoes.
Despite father's cruelty, I still hold him with high esteem. He left me paradise. He
gave me the beauty of mountains, and the silence of the the peaceful
nights away from the anxieties of the city and the troubles of the
family.
Last night, I touched the sky.
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