Only the Cassava Child
Prologues

This story I wrote based on the reality of life that is around us.Not about a billionaire who pretends to be poor or vice versa.

This story tells of a poor girl who was born in a small town with a very apprehensive life.

I'm the third of three children.I'm the youngest child, my day I run like a child in general, play and play with children my age.

Call it my name Amelia.I am a poor girl who was born in a small hut with a thatch roof, in which there is no partition between the bedroom, kitchen or living room.

My childhood was not the childhood most kids my age wanted.

But I have always been happy living every life in my childhood, even with a million financial shortcomings or affection.

Both my parents are always busy working and leave me at home with my two brothers, not infrequently the children of the neighbors accompany me to sleep at night, the color every night my parents are never at home,they are selling and will be home when morning comes.

The night is late....

Suddenly my stomach felt stiff .And it looks like I want to pee.

In this modern SE era, where has mushroomed luxury home built with a variety of architectural models, which have been built,from a simple model to a house with a model mansion (a house that has a building size above 500 square meters and has luxury facilities).

"But..........,.

That doesn't apply to the house I live in

A house with woven bamboo walls and roofed weeds that are even very difficult to meet in my era, which maybe if you can find it is not a house in human habitation,maybe more precisely almost equal to my neighbor's chicken coop.

when entering the kitchen room to urinate, I saw a flashlight right in front of my house highlighting a mango tree that stood firmly in front of my house, in the mango tree there were many chickens,just as my heart began to beat in fear, I was standing right in the kitchen with a wall

I ran to wake up my two brothers, I realized that it was a thief, I was about to scream but my two brothers forbid.

It happened in the past, about thirty years ago, where there is still a little crime rate.

Still vividly remembered in my memory when my father told me

"Amelia you're going to school with your friend".

And I do.

"Later if your teacher calls your name, raise your hand and stand up for class."

The thing I can never forget is that when I see all my new friends coming to school on the first day with their parents, I and my friends are not as lucky as my other friends.

I went to school with only two of my friends without my parents, until at last a voice called me.

"Amelia", the teacher called my name.

I was shocked and I raised my hand and went to class.

This is where my story begins, a story of humiliation and the meaning of grief that I may not be able to forget until the end of my age, a humiliation, insults and mockery.

Being born as a girl who was born into a poor family is not easy, growing confidence to be able to get along with their peers is not easy.

Still remember very well in the memory of my brain when I first entered elementary school, when my school friends wore new uniforms and new bags, then I realized I was not as lucky as my friend.

I began to think, why is God unfair, why should I be born from a poor family, from elementary school to high school ,every new school year I always wear used clothes and used bags.

In elementary school I was often bullied by my schoolmates and even my upperclassmen, which is possible

I will never forget his name and face.