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Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘My home for so long’

 

Hakphaang,

Kongkeo Saycocie

 

My home for so long

Back to Vientiane

For quite some time

Haven’t had a chance to visit

My old home yet

 

Wasn’t that

I didn’t miss home

In fact I did

For the last 10 years or so

I had been living at that house

Will all the hopes and dreams

Only it knew

 

Yet the house wasn’t big

Compared to the two concrete ones

Around us

It was quite insignificant

Still we loved it

With all our hearts

 

Of all other things

It gave my big family a shelter

A place to cover our heads

Rain or sun

 

 

Mom told me

We put everything into this house

All our savings

All mom’s jewelry

Once proudly displayed

on her neck and arm wrist

 

In another word

This house was the sacrifice

A mom could give

For her children

 

Yet it was hard to believe

Dad worked for so long

With a job no less significant

And still so far

We didn’t own a single home

 

I guess

That is what honesty gives you

In a land where

The longer your hand is

The bigger share of a pie

You would get

 

Today

For the first time in 17 years

I was back

Among the things that touched my heart

Among the places I couldn’t

Replicate anywhere else

 

As soon as I stepped down the car

In DongMieng road

Cutting past my house

I was sad to see

My residence for so long

Hidden from a tall and colossal building

Blocking all the view

To the outside world

 

Was told

Grandpa gave part of the land

To his younger brother

Rightfully ours

 

As a return

This was what we got

A shrunken lot

With only a tiny path

Separated my home

From that big concrete

 

As I got closer

The tiny path suddenly turned into

A muddy trail

 

With difficulty

I managed to make my way through

If only dad were to be here

He would be chagrined to see

His beloved home turning into

A sad little place

 

 

 

Just look at the staircases

Leading to the front door

It was about to crumble

At any time

 

As I remember

My house was quite nice and sturdy

The first floor made out of bricks

The second floor of first quality wood

Easily lasted tens of years

 

My room a separate building

Attached to the main house

By the alley leading to the kitchen

Was quite a heaven

As I was the king there

 

To assert my authority

I even put up a sign in front

Telling anyone to take off the shoes

Before entering

 

Yet 17 years had passed

And still I felt like yesterday

 

My ‘brother’ my mom had raised

Since his teenager years

Was residing in this house

 

Likely he would be the one

Legally owned it

Since none of us

Many as we are

11 altogether

would come back

and live in Muang Lao again

 

Ai[1] Kham my ‘brother’

With his grown up kids

Now having family of their own

Fully occupied the house

 

I was told

If only I came back to Laos

A year earlier

I would have met my maternal grandpa

Who opted to stay in Laos

Instead of relocating to the U.S.

And likely died there

 

This grandpa had a great faith in me

A faith that he saw none

In his grandchildren

For a light that could shine in the darkness

 

Don’t want to say

How he misread me

At the same time

Don’t want to compound

How the country’s misfortune

Had brought a toll on

Many promising LukLao LarnLao[2]

 

It would be a while

Before this LukLao LarnLao

Could comfortably

Soar the vast sky again

 

With the last look

At our home

So much meant to my parents

And to me as a young man then

I said ‘goodbye’

To this sanctuary and Ai Kham’s family

 

Took off

Crying inside

For many years gone by

And for nothing!

 

9.2.03

 

 

 

 



[1] A term addressed to the male person who is older than the speaker

[2] Refers to the offspring of Lao people