PILGRIMAGE TO THE GRAVES OF ANCESTORS

Hello everyone, how are you? I hope readers don't get bored reading my writing. It's been a week since I returned to my hometown, but it feels like just yesterday I knocked on my door.

In my hometown, it's just an ordinary village whose people work odd jobs and most of the young people migrate to big cities like Jakarta and others.

Once a year, my village, maybe even villages on the island of Java, still preserves its culture and instincts. Tomorrow night my village will hold a shadow puppet show, a shadow puppet show must be held.

And before the shadow puppet show was held, the residents of our village made a pilgrimage to the public cemetery. The pilgrimage to the graves was done by themselves, from cleaning the noble graves themselves and burning dry leaves and grass themselves.

I'm afraid of being lonely, so I purposely came a bit late, my activities are the same as the others, such as pulling out grass and burning dry leaves.

This opportunity is very rare for a migrant like me and I have to share my busy story, thank you all, may our lives always be blessed and all our affairs be made easy, amen.