A day in my Life

It was the 03/03/2024. As start to hear the noises outside I told myself it is time to open my eyes and seas the day. I noticed the smell of freshly cut grass as I laid on my back and this gave me nostalgia. When I was still a little girl my Dad always cut the grass on a Saturday morning. Shortly after he would come wake me up and that is usually when the smell of green cut grass filled my lungs assuring that I will be a very optimistic person for the day.

As I walked down the hall of my residence where I recently live, I can smell bacon that someone is cooking. This took me back to 18 years of Sunday afternoons when our family hosts a Traditional braai day. Where the smell of the meat flavors filled the air until it made my mouth water. It also reminded me of when I was young my Mom use to cook us bacon on a Saturday morning, but it was always just my mom cooking. I never really given much thought to this until I got a bit older and saw it as unfair that only me and her should do the cleaning and cooking while my brother and dad just sat there. Therefore I asked my Mom but WHY!! She replied that if I would rather go stand outside and fix fences or leeks in the roof. In that moment I realized that each and every one of us in a household plays a very important role just in different times of the day.

Later on the 3rd of March I went to go see some of my family here in Potch. When I arrived they have prepared a entire meal for me with lots of suprises. I immediately saw myself at one of our family events about 6 years ago. I remember that when I arrived at the family event the older people would stand up and expect you as a child to greet them first. When we dished up, the kids always waited until the elderly was done dishing up their food, without question of course. I later on started to understand what our family stand for and what we believe in. I soon after realized that hierarchy was one of our believes and that this was taken very seriously. The older a person are the more respect you will show. That is a value that I will always carry with me.

I went to a coffeeshop with one of my friends. There we laughed so much. I could not breathe. I bent over from laughter because my stomach would not stop aching. That is how hard I laughed. I went back in time and saw myself lying on a hospital bed because of a stomach virus. I remember how excruciating the pain was and how isolated I felt in that time but it also reminded me how good it felt to see all of my friends again and socialize.

When I went back to my residence me and my friends had dinner together. I was holding the one girls hand that was praying. As I swaddled my fingers around her hand I saw my Grandpa. Everytime when we ate at their house I would be the one holding his hand while he would be the one saying the prayers because of the fact that he is not only the head of the house but also the oldest. Therefore hierarchy once again plays a role.

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