Bridgetown Historical Wooden House

The Elder's Last Word.The old man rose slowly, cleaning sand from his trousers. He turned towards the little wood house as though taking a look at an old good friend.
" One day," he stated, "people gon' forget what this home actually imply. They gon' think it was simply pretty wood and brilliant paint. But you-- you write the story now. Ensure they remember.".
He paused, letting the sea-grape leaves rustle in the stillness.
" This home is we. All the moving, all the making it through, all the dreams we pack up and bring from one location to the next. When you comprehend that, you understand Barbados.".
And with that, he walked away-- sluggish, consistent, unhurried-- like a man who brought his own home inside him.
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