From Me Who Almost Surrender
5.
...Do not be sad when you are always blamed....
...Know that sometimes you are not wrong...
...But because his heart misjudged you...
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I was really exploring a time that was pretty close. I was in year two thousand twenty-seven. Living with the progress and speed of technological adaptation. Last I remember I was only fifteen and still in the first grade of high school.
I am one of the youngest and most accomplished students. I went to school because of a scholarship and my father forced me to stay in school. Already know my behavior like this likes to make trouble but I don't seem to care. I think there is a reason too.
My stepmother is very cruel, likes to be two-faced. Even though I'm such a delinquent, but I've never shown a life like her. All of my neighbors and brothers have been brainwashed by the widow's wife.they all see me like a disgusting carcass. If I cross or sit between them, they immediately throw me out and say rude.
One day I was ten years old, sitting in the living room with my son and brother-in-law. He called a female masseuse to scold him. I was told to take care of her four-year-old son. When I looked at the television, there was something long running through the wall.
Creeping silently and repeatedly stuck his tongue forward. I was panicked and surprised too. The screaming reflex says snake snake snake. They rushed to disperse themselves and carry his son. Meanwhile it left me standing in fear.
One of our male neighbors entered the room where we found a snake. After he finished evacuating, he threw it out of nowhere. Which is clearly far from the residential area. I usually call him bulek.
Bulek got angry and hit me. I don't know why, what's my fault. Is it because I screamed the snake and made the little one cry. But the bulek didn't stop hitting me with his hands on my body. I just cried in silence and asked for forgiveness so that he would end it.
Hugging the bolster tightly immersed in the face and covered it with my long hair. The first time I entered I was so memorized that my grandfather first sought was me. That's why I'm in bed so Grandpa thinks I'm taking a nap after school.
Back when I was in kindergarten, I always got my dad angry. Father often hit and also beat my head forward many times. He was so angry because at night I didn't do any PR work from the teacher's mom.
And this morning, I was scabbed by my father and there were times when I couldn't answer. Dad will hit me on the back with his hand. If only they knew I couldn't do math. My brain is too shallow to count. Will he accept my shortcomings.
Until grandfather's voice stopped father's kite and turned to scold him for me. Grandpa finally helped me count while rubbing my aching back. I don't want to complain I'm afraid grandpa is sad. Without telling you, Grandpa must be sad. I braced myself between grandfathers on his old bicycle to school.
I was sad to see my other friends among his parents on a motorcycle. In my childhood, the motorbike did not have much. Having an old ontel bike already makes villagers grateful.
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