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I use to stand on the balcony of our apartment and wait for my mom to come home. It was my grandmother's idea. She likes doing things with me, but I used to love doing anything with her. While she takes her bedtime, I used to lay next to her and just enjoys her amazing presence. I think, in that sense, my childhood was a little bit bedridden.
My mom usually comes home at around 5 o'clock. So my grandmother and I would sneak our necks outside of the window on the balcony and try to pinpoint the figures that strongly resembles my mummy. It's quite a work on rainy days. Someone once related the dangerous stories that talks about people getting struck by thunder when they walk in rainy days, especially walking close to the trees. I guess it has something to do with deflection. But I think it also give me scares. There was also the tale of A WELL. Apparently the well was not covered well and no body knew about it. So one day a guy walked right on the well and it probably shook, and next thing they knew, he was inside and down there in another world.
I think sometimes I was prone to irrational fears. For instance, I've heard about some instances of gas leakage in people's homes and from then on, I subconsciously check the kitchen occasionally to make sure that gas is turned off.
But my balcony was powerful. Around mid afternoon times and early mornings, there are salesman who yells out to the neighborhood as they sell tofu soups. My grandmother and I would ordered them from the balcony by calling out to them and then untangle our forceful set of strings, lower the strings all the way down and ask the tofu person to put the soup on top of our container, made sturdy by the strings.
sometimes, we get dry noodles that way.