It was four years since I visited our ancestral house. It’s very hard being away from where you were born, where you grew up, where you met friends, where you did some nasty stuff, and to cut it short where you became you. One of the most memorable things I remember when I was a kid was playing the whole day in our ancestral home’s smooth and marble floors. There I would create camps for my action figures and make them battle with each other. When I get tired playing, it was there where I sometimes fall asleep. My mother would carry me up to the sofa, but she’ll end up seeing me down the floor again, sleeping in our sassy Area Rugs together with my He-mans, GI Joes, and RC cars. I remember being like this for quite some time, when life was pretty simple back then.

As I come in the old house, I felt young again. It brought lots of lovely memories that made my heart jump for this joyous feeling I can’t describe. I sat on the floor and felt it again. I saw my supposedly fluffy area rug – deteriorated over the years that have passed. Nothing much has changed with our old house, except it just got older as the people living in it also did. I promised my mother I would replace my favorite area rug but she kept on convincing me not to as they don’t need it and could be very expensive for me. Persistent that I am, I finally convinced her by somewhat meeting half way. I told her that there are actually Cheap Rugs out there and those are just the kind that I’ll buy.
As I was laying down the new and elegant Rugs, my mother gave me a scary tiger look. She meant that I broke my promise not to spend too much but I kept on telling her that it was really cheap. She wouldn’t believe me until my wife told her that it was indeed cheap for how it elegant it looks. With much surprise, she gave us both a warm hug and kissed us good night.