The Familiar Places My Parents Call Home The places my parents call home feel strangely familiar — not because I know them well, but because they live so vividly in my imagination. Lately, I’ve found myself thinking about those places. There’s a peace that clings to them — a calmness in villages where time seems to have paused. Especially my mother’s village. My mum is a storyteller, and I hope I’ll be able to share her stories with the world someday. When she describes scenes from her childhood, it’s hard to imagine that a place so slow and seemingly forgotten could hold such colour, adventure, and life. Visits to a Forgotten Time I have been to my mother's village at least three times in my life, and if it was more than that, I must have been too young to remember. What captivated me was how it seemed like everything had... stopped.  Youth, vigour, adventure, and even  hope — they all seemed to have quietly left. Between the beach-like sand, the scent of r...