Heavy rains keep falling outside my windowsill. It seems like the sky is in deep pain and it cannot control its eyes from bursting in tears. I can hear the sound of the rain just on top of my head, strong and so intense. It is most likely my habit to reminisce things, especially during this kind of the day. The deep drop of the rain has transported me to the days were I wished would last forever.

I grew up in an average type of family, wherein my dad work as a cub driver and mom stays at home attending their five little kids. At an early age of seven, my mom has taught me so many household chores, since I am the eldest girl of the five. My elder brother do the hard one like fetching water while I do the rest like cooking (rice), washing the plates, do some cleaning at home, sometimes assists my mom in washing the clothes and if my elder brother were not in the mood, he will drag me too in fetching a galloon of water. It was hard really thinking that it seems poverty is forever.

I can even remember how we consume a pack of noodles and a can of sardines for a lunch (well most of the time we don�t eat our breakfast) for the whole family. Sometimes my parents will just let us eat their part. Well that is if we have some food in the table, but there were even times that, we do not really have any food to eat. Rice and water will keep us full for the whole day. Sometimes rice with a pinch of rock salt will satisfy us. There were even times that we do not even have a rice to cook, so we will just sleep and forget the howling of our stomach in pain.

I can even still remember those days that we are asking some left over food to our neighbor, who is unfortunately my dad�s aunt, but she is too cruel to us. She often refused to give us, sometimes she will hand us some but with a tail of criticism about our family. We just take it all wholeheartedly.

Nevertheless, that was also some of the best memories I have with my family. Emptied stomach but we are all together and still we can manage to laugh at night. That was the old days. It was gone now. But I would rather hang on the part of our lives where we are together than now.