From Me Who Almost Surrender
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If you can talk, he's tired of reminding his real father. He's a big boy, not a kid anymore. He wants freedom not restraint. Free does not mean to live as freely as you want. He wanted to live a decent and normal life, not like a bird in a cage.

But let alone listen to the voice of his son, but with impatience. Hitting, grabbing and also yelling at the swear of spicy words. The mental and physical wounds that he suffered made the day worse.

After awakening will be a short sleep, can the world greet with a subtle and a smile. Shouts and insults were uttered by the two parents who were almost half-sister. Banging on the door of the room loudly in the morning and denouncing cursing all his activities badly.

Do they not think that the one who is being treated and treated badly is their biological child. Every day, we do things like normal people. It's just that everything he does always gets insults without stopping.

If something goes wrong, then teach it right instead of berating and playing physical. In a household, physical violence is not justified. Until he made a fuss every day, it was not what he wanted. Maybe both parents are the ones who can not accept the lack of the child. Clearly - obviously already know can not what - what, where there is a little good. They are out of reason.

There is nothing to be proud of, it's useless it's better not to wear clothes like this. You have no brain, you trouble maker. Sometimes he is likened to an animal. To just fill a mouthful of rice, he had to be willing to wait until his parents finished eating.

In that room, he broke his body. Take a moment and lay the weight of the world. He was unable to do so, but why was God confident in his shoulders. In reality he was not that strong.the clock showed at half-ten p.m.

His eyes were still the same curled silently under the blanket of lines. He wanted his stomach filled, ever since his afternoon school came home. She hoped her stepmother would not come home. Let her stay for days at her mother-in-law's house. Grandma was gone before she remarried.

There's only a grandfather I can count on. Even though he is old, he is someone I love very much. Exceeding myself, remembering that he was always in the vanguard helped me. In any case, grandfather never played rough and raised a hand.

Until the age of nine, he really left this world. Leaving us, he only kept silent as he looked at the whole helpless body. On the first night of takbir eid al-Fitr, he also gave advice and commemorated little brothers. To not beat gendering and also loud-mouthed. Somehow he did not like it and he felt uncomfortable like something big would happen later.

In the old house, grandfather gathered the whole family. They wept and were led several times to always say the name of God. He panicked when he found out that little aunt of father had fainted several times. Seeing Grandfather in such a state, they surrounded him.

He cannot cry, his heart says like a rock. Looking around crying unstoppably while she's not. He only looked from far away at the crowd, not daring to approach. Actually he was not less hit will lose his grandfather. The only people close to him who loved and defended him have now gone home.

He doesn't know how he should behave. Wanted to cry but could not tears would not come out a single drop. She was silent, her small lips tightly clenched shut tightly. He started to shake, trying to get closer. He looked at his grandfather's eyes. He wanted to help, he knew at that time the grandfather was in trouble.

In another world his grandfather must be like a story in a book - a book he had read. He was faced with an uneasy situation. His little hand tightly grasped the long, dry hand. Even so long suffering from pain makes the skin unite with the bone. The flesh is like a very thin cloth.

My furry eyes are blinking without blinking, the moaning of snares is just shifting. His breath was hunting and some roaring cries. This is called naza.

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