Aya was stunned at what her grandfather told her. She looked around the place and somehow it looked familiar and at the same time it looks foreign to her.
“Mom put this up?” Aya asked and then her grandfather looked at her.
“Didn’t you remember this place? Your mother used to bring you here when you were little.” Marcel told her.
Aya turned to her grandfather with a confused look.
“What? Really?” she asked and her grandfather nodded.
Aya tried to look into her memory about the place, but the only place she remembers is the one that’s in her grandparents in her mother side’s property that has a huge acacia tree with bamboo benches around it where her mother and the women work on the stuff made up of different indigenous materials.
She looked around once again and then her eyes fell o
