MY PINK ESCAPE
When the time comes around for my family to go to the Philippines for our reunions, I always get so agitated. My grandparent's pink house that still stands tall welcomes all of us with the gates wide open. Our other relatives come out of the house to greet us and covers us in hugs and kisses. When you walk inside the house, the smell of food fills the place and it always makes me hungry. I walk up the stairs to unpack my things and everywhere I look, there is always a memory stuck there. I can picture them vividly in my head and it will always put a smile on my face. I walk into the room where all the kids sleep and I see all my cousins laughing and talking. We stay there for hours with the air condition on just catching up on things we've missed and bonding. When we see the sun set and the calm breeze comes out, we all go outside to play and have some fun before the day is over. My grandparent's house is like a photo book to me. It's filled with stories, images, and moments that I can always look back to every time I'm there and when ever I get the chance. All the memories adding up an the old ones never being forgotten. As I leave the house, I remembered everything in a quick flashback and I get so excited for the time when I get to go back