Dreaminations
Enjoy Childhood

Now that I'm 6 years old, I have to adjust my attitude to look like a child in general.

~Dianna 6th~

I go to Kindergarten every 6 am, because my mother has to go to work. So he took me to Kindergarten.

This kind of thing looks quite spacious, when entering the church there is a statue of Buddha. When stepping in on the right side there is a fish pond with colorful fish, the pond is decorated with lotus. There are small gardens and classrooms with many adorable pictures, such as cute animals and beautiful flowers.

Looking at all that, I felt really unexpected that I could stand in this kind of kindergarten yard again.

But, uh,,

Do you know?, I feel a little sad too. This is what I experienced in my childhood.

"What a poor boy" I said.

Because alone in the morning without an escort who accompanies in a Kindergarten.

At 6am it was very dark.

I went to class, in my class alone, no child came. I remember, I always played cooking to wait for the teacher and the others to come in the classroom.

Which I herani, I,

"Why was I not afraid at all?."

"And why don't I cry?."

"When I'm a 6-year-old kid, alone in a big, dark kindergarten?!."

"Is that normal?."

Wouldn't my age generally cry and call his mother to come at a time like this.

Fortunately, there was a security guard coming. But still I'm still surprised, I'm a fool or what the hell? Sampe was left but did not cry at all.

I used to really not cry, what else now, who passed this?😶.

It's really worth it, but I'm afraid of myself😎, I'm not like other children who are still crying at the leave of their parents.

However, still, I was very rude to myself as well, because I did not feel any companion accompanying me, now I feel jealous of the children accompanied by their parents for a while.

Turns out oh it turns out, I've been taught from childhood to be an independent boy.

..,but,..

"Should I be happy?"

"Should I be honored?"

"Should I show off?"

Really not out of thought, I am now really childish after returning to the age of 6 years.

I feel, that, that,

I want the affection of the parents, who really take care of their children, to accompany me only until the teacher comes.

I know I look selfish, I also know why I was left behind, because they were busy working.

But the feeling in my heart, "can you lie?, or can you pretend?."

I should be proud of myself because I don't need a companion. But don't I look like a child with no parents?.

What a mixed feeling.

"It's sad" I said in my heart, holding a small stick in my hand to play cooking.

Rather than fighting with the head and heart. Then I went out on a swing to forget about the problem.

Because even now, I want to be left even if I don't have a problem, because I'm an adult in fact.

....Huw....😪

"Kiyet... Kiyaet....Kyee...." A sound that is heard when the swing is swung.

It was fun being a kid, I played swings, prosotan, onjet-onjetan, swivel rides and etc. I don't want to be an adult.

"It's excitingnn...."🐵

Being an adult is exhausting, full of visible burdens on the mind every day. Self feels will be crazy if not self-control so as not to be too strict.

Mats... Tokks.... Tit... Geck...

Without me noticing that many of the children had already come with their parents, they also started playing.

In the courtyard began to besing, filled with various children's laughter, and some spoiled cries.

I just looked at the children with a little envy. But just looking at them makes my heart feel warm plus sad.🤓

As I was swinging around, came a boy, he wanted to play the swing I was sitting on.

I see it as adorable. His cheeks are like mangroves. His skin was white and his body was slightly thick. But at the same time his eyes were very sharp, flat, his gaze was very gloomy. It was as if his life had been overwritten by many problems that turned him into that.

But all covered with cheeks bakpunya😆. I want to pull her cheek.

He was the first boy to come to me at the time.

"I want to play the swing, you can push it for me.😔" said the boy with a cold expression and young master's accent.

I pulled her cheek and said :

"Well little brother."😆

Without a second thought, I agreed.

Although a little annoyed with his arrogant tone, but he's adorable so it's okay.

"Don't touch me😒." One day took off my cheekpits from me.

"Quick push" sounded his voice like a young master.

"Alright young master."

After I said that, he looked at me for a while with a faint smile on his face, even if only for a moment, but I saw it.

Her voice was really that cold, but still I gave her swing and pushed her, she was endlessly adorable.😆

I was like being hypnotized by her with an anxiety on her cold face.😵

Should have been the story I would have kicked him out and if necessary I pushed his swing hard, but instead it was just the opposite😰.

After that, I pushed the swing for him, we could then be said to be playing together. I asked her name.

"I've been pushing your swing, I need to know your name.."

"............"

"Call me Young Master👤." The tone is cold and very flat.

I looked at him from behind starting to sprain after hearing him and stopping the swing😒 impulse.

".........."

He didn't say anything for a while. But I vaguely saw him smile.

Then, as she seemed to feel I was upset, she gave me her name.

"Call me Yan."

"Oh okay Yan, my name is Anna, salken ya."

~Yan~

We spent a long time together.

Not only did we play swings, we also played all kinds of games available at that Kindergarten, until lesson time began.

At first he was very cold, but over time he looked cheerful from the gaze of his eyes that began to warm. Seeing her change, I became happy.

In my mind about Yan.

Perhaps he was the son of a rich man, because his name was Yan (Middle-class family in Sanjing city) and his complexion was langsat yellow white, his gaze was extremely sharp, like a genius Presedir child in comics.

Then many children join to play together, until learning time arrives. My class and Yan's class seem to be different. We parted.

At Kindergarten I played a lot, it was really exciting. I mingled with the kids there, it was an experience I forgot about, because I used to feel like I was only 1.2 or 4 times playing around in Kindergarten, the experience I remember is very little.

During the lesson time, I became a smart kid in the eyes of my teacher, it was ridiculous, I kind of tricked him. Wkwk

I really turned 360°, during kindergarten.

The teacher praised me constantly for knowing more about letters and numbers than any other child.

Until my teacher wondered, because I used to rarely even talk, but now I talk a lot and become a smart child. I became famous at TK.

It didn't feel like time was passing so fast, it was time to go home from school. It was my father who picked me up.

Then he spoke to my teacher, my teacher told him about my big change, and then he was surprised and showed a happy and incredulous face.

I am a figure who rarely speaks, which others assume that, I am a child who is less smart because it does not look active, and lack of communication.

It's normal that they are surprised, what's not normal is that they are mediocre. Didn't we? Wkwkwkwkw.

After they finished talking, my father took me home, on the street he stopped at a stall, and bought me a piece of ice cream. He asked me.

"Well, said the teacher, ana pinter at school?"

"Yes, xixixi" I replied proudly.😋

"Good if so" he said sebari smiled, and ride his motorbike.

Then I had ice cream on the way home. With a sullen face, a little annoyed, because the response is very minimal going to my door, this,

...Huooh...

As if it should be.

Eh. yes, I should, but at least say more compliments for me..

Huhh....~~~

Finally arriving home, I changed my clothes then I ate instant noodles, I made my own instant noodles, used a rice cooker, my mother did not have time to make food, because she worked the morning.

I was left alone at home, because my father had to go to work again.

Very combined, I then read a book, because there is currently no mobile phone, if there I must have read comics and Instagram scrolls.

This year, there is only a old phone. Can only play snake-suspect -_-.

This includes test instead, life without android really empty~~~~

Time passed by, my brother finally came home from school. He's still in 4th grade in elementary school. She invited me to play, I felt that I was her brother _-, this is really funny.

It turned out like this my brother when I was a little xixixixi, I really wanted to put a tampol.

We played plastesin and even sunbaked it, as a child this was truly an independent life. Play continues and forget that we are not accompanied not even in the supervision of parents.

Really tired, I took a nap, and my sister made her PR.

Not expecting that it was almost afternoon when I opened my eyes, my mother finally came home.

I hugged him tightly. He brought me some fried rice and my brother. We ate together after she cleaned up.

"Mom I want to drink chocolate milk" I turned to face with my cheeks.

He then invited me to shop at the front stall. Very warm atmosphere. If only I had felt this warmth more.

After that we watched TV until night, and then my mom told me to go to bed.

My dad came home in the middle of the night.

"#)($+$)#(3(_(!!"

I don't know what happened I woke up because of my parents' quarrel.

They were yelling at each other, they were fighting non-stop.

I forgot that this time should have been the time of their farewell, it was appropriate for them to have a fight.

"I have to stop this, otherwise everything will repeat itself".

"Mama! Papa! Gotup!!" I screamed in the middle of their fight.

"Aren't you guys thinking about me???!!"

"Ana and sister are still here!"

"Is it worth it for you to fight here, is this what you taught me?!"

"Can't you guys be more mature!?"

"You're more mature than I am"

"But why are you fighting like a child?"

"I want you to stay together, please think of me and my brother, even if our economy is mediocre, but if we're together it's enough to give me warmth"

They were stunned, unable to think that her 6-year-old son spoke like that and even she used to be a quiet child and now screamed and let out words like this.

Who is not surprised.

They finally stopped fighting, and calmed me down. After looking at each other.

"Yes my mom is just as good, no longer looking"

"Don't cry anymore ana, sorry papa ya"

My sister fell silent and just looked at me in shock, then she cried too.

It all ended that night, but I can't guarantee that they won't fight again.

I'll stop their breakup. Point.

I was sleepy and exhausted after screaming, I fell asleep.

"Zzzz......." "Switz...." "Azz..."

In the morning, as before.

I sat in my school uniform to make it easier for my mother to tie my hair. Simultaneously I breathed.

"Haaah...~~~"

With a sour look, drowsiness that runs rampant in the eyes, longing for a warm mattress and blanket. The thrashing ronta in my mind.

I went to TK again at the same time. It was quite exciting but I was bored here, everything I knew, until my teacher was silent because I answered the question correctly yesterday.