I was born in the Philippines and I lived there for about 10 years. In front of our house stood a perennial plant with multiple branches, covered in green color. It was a tree, a guava tree. Its roots sustained about 20 to 30 feet of stem, branches, and delicious guavas. Every time we’d go outside we’d see this tree just standing, bending in our direction. As a kid, I climbed and played nearby this tree with my friends and family. Sometimes we climbed up and crawled to the roof because the branches were long and strong enough to support our weight. Well, we were kids so we were light. Often with my friends, I would just sit in the shade cast by the tree, watch the street and talk about how hot it is in the Philippines. Looking at back at this tree means looking back at my entire childhood memories, back when we lived in the Philippines until we migrated here in the US about 6 years ago. This tree is the root of our memories living in the Philippines, and I will always rehash these memories.
– Shergy Wyco