My grandparents used to live right in front of a river. The path leading to the river crosses through their garden. It is covered with thick foliage that serves as evergreen mirrors to the sun's beams. During sunny days, it often reminds me of the road to heaven.
My grandma experienced 100 years on this earth. She spent the majority of those years helping and protecting her loved ones. In our culture, she was known as a poto mitan (central pillar)...
Once upon many summers, I was one of these boys running around with friends, bathing in the river toutouni (butt naked) , and sitting under a mango trees to eat. Life was simple...