My feet transformed into dumbbells weighing themselves down to the floor as I tried approach the back door - the gate to the wonders of the world - of my house. The thought no longer being the pretty little girl with pigtails that swoosh away the sweaty flies circling the cool and cozy porch as I ran out the door to my yard struck me at once. Lifting my two dumbbells off the ground was a struggle for two long restless minutes until I finally encouraged them to step on the red, flimsy, cracked boards holding up the floor of the breezy, ancient porch.
I quickly scanned the backyard, hoping my big round eyes would land upon the rose bush; I lay my eyes on the one single rose that I recognized. Distracted by memories, my mind swept me away from reality and I began to reminisce about the wonderful times I spent here. Chasing my little brother until his soft, delicate, tiny fingers landed on the green, silky grass covering the soil in my yard. The sweet green grass now had turned to a brownish yellow color, aging slowly from the unprotected sunlight. Taken away from its home, the lovely bush of rose revealed its evil thorns that ripped the flesh of an innocent delicate hand leaving the blood slowly dripping on the stainless grass. Lying side by side with the freshly chopped bush of rose in the center of the yard, waiting to be scorcher by the heat of the sun and stuffed into the trap of the plastic green bin were the once healthy strong branches.
The dangerous forest fire has now left what was the site of the natural, beautiful, and peaceful rainforest a haunting and inhumane work of art. All the trees, bushes, and creatures living in them have been destroyed, to fulfill one’s economic interest and disregard the life of the living beings; like a child taken away from her mother. I slowly turned my fatigue body and stepped into the empty house as the construction workers continued to clear away the remains of my childhood belongings, but the memoirs will forever stay within me.
11-05-02 KW
