Reading book

I decided to kill some hours with non-school-related reading. I had a small collection of books that came with me from Ho Chi Minh City. I selected that one and headed to the backyard near the cow house. I chose a place that was totally shadowed by the trees and then tighten the hammock around two coconut trees. I went back to my bed and get my pillow and blanket. On the way back, I got some candies and a mug of black-bean water which was cooked by my mother.

Lay down on the hammock, I looked up to the sky and relaxed. I remembered that last year I also brought some book home. There was a solid wood bed in my front yard. I went there and lay on my stomach, crossing my ankles in the air, flipping through the different novels in the book, trying to decide which would occupy my mind the most thoroughly…

Then I picked up one small book titled "The girl comes from yesterday" written by Nguyen Nhat Anh. That's was a lovely story about the friendship of two kids who were neighborhood. It reminded me of my childhood. We used to played football on our yard. We couldn't afford to buy a football ball to play, so we gathered furtive pomelo to replace for it…

I snapped the book shut and rolled over onto my back. I could think nothing but the peace. The sunlight went through leave and radiated onto my shoulder. I pulled the pillow back over my eyes. I could hear the birds singing on top of the trees. I thought of the Singapore lakes, the reservoirs, the parks, until, finally, I felt asleep…

When I got up, it was getting darken. The sun had gone behind horizon. My throat was dry. I sprang up to get the mug and drank a deep draught. Then I sat up and made the hammock.

I got home while my mother was waiting for me. The meal was already prepared. I ate and help my mother with some house work. Then we watched TV and play games with my nephews and nieces…

I always feel comfortable at home. Now, I'm far, very far away from home…