Our house was on the hill slope, surrounded by beautiful mountains.
We were inseparable.We would always be together.
We were twin sisters, born to a single parent 4 months ago on a cold windy night.Although our father left us before we were born, we still considered ourselves to be lucky and happy to have a caring and loving mother and master. We lived in a farm hut 5,000 feet above sea level in Kundasang, Sabah. Our master was an old couple,they were traditional Kadazan-Dusun farmer.Our mum told us it was on our tenth day that we first opened our eyes. We were so happy when we first saw the world. The scenery was so nice here on the mountains. One clear morning both my younger sister and I saw something very huge in the far distant and we were so frightened. We wanted to bark, but didn't know why we just couldn't open our mouth. Mum immediately came to our rescue. We quickly ran to hide under her arms and didn't dare to look out again. Our caring mum kept kissing our face, consoling us and started telling us the story of a very tall and giant mountain. That was the first time we knew about Mt. Kinabalu. As we grew older, we saw so many people passing our area every day and mum told us they were tourists from different countries coming here to climb Mt. Kinabalu, the highest peak in South East Asia. What was South East Asia and where was it, we curiously queried mum. She didn't know either, just telling us that it was far far away. Then one fine afternoon we saw some strange, very tall people coming to visit our master's vegetable farm. Actually it was mum who spotted them first. She alerted us with a series of fierce bark, and we followed. That was the first time we really barked very loudly and bravely.Later we learnt that this group of strange people were coming from Europe. We all had a good laugh when mum didn't know where was Europe again. We were very playful, but mum was happy with us, especially now we were so independent already.One night mum summoned us and told us in between tears,her heart breaking story.That was the first time we came to know who our father was and how he was killed in a road accident not far from our house.Mum said she was pregnant with us when the accident happened and she couldn't sleep and eat for many days.The next day she brought us to see dad's grave which was far down in the valley. We cried and cried and as usual our good mum came kissing our face nonstop, telling us that we should be strong and quickly grew up to become useful and to start working for our master. Before mum led us home on the hilly trail,we solemnly prayed for dad and promised him to always be good to mum and loyal to our master.