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U]Describe your home
My small emerald island. A rather minute island but an island within its own right.
The rooms: extensions of some green-covered hills parading their beauty with the upmost pride. Within them, every bed is a nest, a cave to shelter every sort of wondrous creature that has stepped its foot on this earth. They rest there carelessly, snoring their dreams until every room is a magnificent creation of their minds where waterfalls flow beside the window, where the sun -hanging from the roof- throws its rays in every corner declaring a new day, a new beginning!
My room. Well, I wouldn’t say mine alone. I share it with lots of people and things. I share it with every person I’ve ever loved, with every memory that gains entry into my mind, with every dream, with every imagination...Every afternoon, having left the restraining walls of schools, I set foot into my universe and a whole world unravels. Not our world. Not the world encapsulated in the shell of reality. My own world.
The kitchen: a room where I cook up my life. In the sink, I wash away the dirt from every painful moment, clean it out with water and leave it to dry. Learn from my mistakes. I don’t need to use the bin. I like to keep everything even if it is rotting with age. They all mean something. They all fill a gap in the timeline. The knives, forks and spoons are dancing in assonance, cropping and mushing to create a picturesque collage.
It’s my universe. A 3-bedroom, 2-reception universe. It’s where I get to be me without the makeup.
Childhood memories can be very important. Choose one childhood memory. Describe the memory and explain its importance to you.
OPEN THE DOOR! Don’t you know who I am? I’m her sister. Don’t ask any more questions. Open for goodness’ sake.
Waiting for someone to finish their exam can be the drabbest experience; it was exactly that for me! It wasn’t just that it was a 2-hour long exam; it was that there was a 5-year old child waiting anxiously in front of the door with their mother tugging tightly at their hand to keep them still. I just couldn’t do it anymore. My feet were jumping in their own world, my hands engaged in a battle with my mum and my mind begged for even 1 meter closer to the door. Would I dare?
I did...
Jumping hurdles and racing through mazes, I battled my way through the room. It didn’t matter that there were answer sheets flying in every corner now or that shrieks of anguish were stabbing at my face. I got there. That’s all that mattered. And I got a good welcome too. A warm hug and a sweet smile that put everything straight. That’s all I wanted and I got it even if I did have to storm into a room full of 30 or so complete strangers-rather angry too-. It was five minutes before the end of the exam and my sister got the motivation she needed. Having done my deed, it was time for me to go out and I did.
Not only did this mean that from this moment onwards, every room that was forbidden was locked carefully twice and thrice, but also that there was now a loving bond between me and my sister; we would be bound to each other as long as that memory lived in our thoughts. Now we are more than sisters that happened to come from the same womb. We’re best friends. Why? Because I proved to my sister that my love for her exceeds any boundary of a wooden door. It exceeds every rule the world can place to restrict us.
It’s not just that. After the disciplining I got from the invidulator and my mum once we were home, I never had the courage to step into a room with a closed door again. Instead I knock! I knock three times, wait for permission then walk in cautiously. I do it everywhere. And I have the best excuse too: it’s polite...
OPEN THE DOOR...After I knock!