The Struggle of a Child
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"Just you know, he forgot. He's, you know, just learned," our extended mother defended my sister.

"Forgot it, but don't forget it often" my father said.

"Yes, don't go on anymore. Now let's eat first, and then we'll think about what we'll do next. Liyan, Ana's here!" My mother invited us to sit down.

My sister and I took the exact position, as told by our mother. Today I don't talk much, especially my sister. After the incident, my sister just kept quiet while following the directions from our mother continued.

Tonight my sister looks weird. I was very surprised to see that he was not usually nice to our mother. All this time he was so hostile to my father's new wife in the slightest, my sister never paid any heed to anything at his door from my sister. But this so different scene tonight was so astounding to me that it looked on.

Why not ? My stubborn sister has now suddenly softened to the point of making me a question mark. The plate I was holding had now been filled with rice. The weak me who took the vegetables and side dishes still heard my father's scolding whispering about my sister.

While my sister who was standing next to me looked nervous wanting to grab some rice. He felt ashamed of himself.

"Ana, let alone take your rice!" exclaim my father. "Already! Don't sulk, if you're wrong, you should be upset" my father chirped without seeing my sister's face. Where there are wrong people in love. Yeah, isn't Liyan?" my father continued without thinking about my brother's feelings.

"Yes Dad" I replied spontaneously.

I did not realize that my answer even made my sister hate me more and more upset so she chose to undo her desire to eat. Spontaneous hands that want to take the plate now he let go and turn the body away.

Here's my. I always made my upset sister even more upset. I like to make the sensitive ones sadder. A stomping foot on the floor sounded, like a stomp of annoyance. My sister seems to be very disappointed with me.

An older brother who was supposed to defend his sister was even impressed to mock his sister. My sister's pias face, too, looks heated in the corner of the weathered wall.

"Let's! Why not eat?" ask my dad to feel a little guilty.

"Yes Ana. Come here to eat!" take mom to connect us gently.

"No want! I'm not hungry" said my sister.

"Dad!" My father immediately saw my brother and shouted.

The dinner that was supposed to be, as usual, filled with warmth was now even engulfed by the burning heat of the fire. The harshness of the sound coming out of my father's mouth stopped me from sitting down with rice.

"Ana, why are you talking like that, huh?" ask my father in annoyance. "That's talking to you is a parent, not a child" my father chanted.

"Not good fuss. It's already night. Ana might be upset again because of that." My contact mother calmed my father down.

"Yes, but he's a kid. If he's born, he'll be more and more so later," said my father, distancing the plate from his presence.

" Liyan, you again. Why not eat?" asked my father to look at me.

"First Dad." I immediately left my nose on the table.

"You have to eat. Don't make Daddy angry. Do you want to be scolded too, like your sister?" My father looked at me with sharp eyes.

"That's Dad," I replied shaking my head while looking at the floor.

"You know, son. You should take your medicine regularly. Let you get well soon." Highlight my father's sharp eyes still kept on looking at me.

"Yes Dad." I lowered my head and took my nose back which was located on the table.

Small warm families used to be increasingly disappearing. My father who used to never scold us, let alone speak out loud this is even the opposite.

My father's attention now is not as it used to be to watch his children affectionately when we cry or when we eat.

My father used to ask us when we wanted to eat. I still remember it before eating my father asked us what we wanted to eat. But now, different, everything has changed. My father no longer took his time for us, including in the easy thing that is, ask first, what do we want to eat?

The mute corner of the wall was still backed by my spoiled sister. My older brother has not changed. His attitude is still carried everywhere.

I have repeatedly set an example for my sister so that she can become a strong and independent child. However, it was all in vain, he never wanted to follow me, even he always said that our father could not see his tears.

That's absolutely true. It wasn't long before my sister and I were silent. My father started persuading my spoiled sister.

"Son, you're not eating?" My father approached my sister who was struggling with her frustration.

"Not to be persuaded! Later, she will definitely eat alone," our late aunt said from behind cutting off my father's conversation.

I who had been sitting with rice in my mouth heard my father persuading my sister as I bribed the rice slowly after slowly.

"Dad's son wants to eat, what?" asked my father in a soft tone of voice persuading my sister.

"Dad be angry again." My sister opened her voice.

"Dad's not angry anymore! Therefore, if teaching it, yes teaching," said my father with great emphasis. "Don't mind going out there!" My father rebuked my sister.

"What else do you want to eat, her?" ask our mother to be unhappy. "It's, isn't it, it already exists. Want to cook some more?" We continued to oppose asking questions as if to my father.

Lately the atmosphere of our dinner has always been a commotion. "This side dish is still a lot. Everything is cooked, later this one can be wasted" chirped my mother.

"It won't be wasted. Later, it can be heated again," continued my father calm the atmosphere.

"Oh! Who's going to heat it up," my mother joked cynically.

Tonight was a heartbreaking night for me. Where there is a commotion again after a long time is not heard. The dinner that was supposed to be full of warmth, the family laughter was now shattered by a small problem. I am also now unable to swallow my nose back.

"Dad stop yelling" I asked in fear.

"Dad, then cook it tomorrow," said my sister relented. "Now, I will eat what is already there, Father," my sister continued gently.

"All right, son!" My father also followed the will of my sister who refused to be cooked tonight.

"Lantas this father's son wants to eat, what?" ask dad.

"This is it, Dad !" My sister pointed at the fried fish.

"But Dad, you can. My dad chose it. Because I'm afraid of eating his spit, Dad," seduced my sister.

"By Nak. Now my beloved son is sitting here!" My father took my sister and sat her in a chair.

How happy my heart is when I see it. My sister's face was immediately cheerful. While my mother kept us so heated she saw it as if she didn't like my father's attitude towards my sister.

He also went straight away with his pajama face. The rice that was on the table now he took it to the kitchen and ate there.

"Dad, later before going to bed, Dad would not tell us. Yes, right, sister?!" ask my brother to my father while asking to look at me.

"Yes," I replied as I chewed the rice while nodding.

"Well, that's right, Dad. Brother is happy in fairy tale," said my sister happily and opened her mouth to welcome my father's mouth.

"Yes, I'll tell you later" said my father, continuing his feed to my sister.

"Horeee!" my sister shouted with excitement. "Dad will tell us. Sis, eat it fast!" my sister urged me.

"Not full." I showed my empty plate to my sister.

"Aren't you going any more?" asked my sister as if telling me to add more rice.

"Engga! My brother is full." I went straight to the kitchen to deliver the dirty dishes.

The house that had sounded the voice that filled the room was now silent for a moment. My father and sister who were talking about fairy tales are now silent.

I was astonished and curious to turn my body to see my father and sister. "Sister, where's the book ?" asked my sister screaming for a book.

"What book ?" I approached my sister.

"Liyan, don't rasp that closet again!" Mother continued us to stand up to see my sister.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied.

"I didn't scatter him, really," said my sister letting go.

The tone of voice that sounded from my mother-in-law sounded a little slender. She doesn't like it when my sister's a little happy. I who heard it in the middle of my steps felt uncomfortable because it said to my sister and my sister immediately moved away from the place of the book.

After I arrived. I stood up and looked for the book my sister meant. After I looked for him, I found him.

"This is the book." I showed it to my sister.

"Where's Brother?" My sister ran up to me cheerfully. "Dad is the book!" My sister showed it to my father after taking it from my hand.

"Let's kid, bring it here." My father immediately extended his hand into the air with pleasure.

My sister also walked quickly while carrying a book cheerfully. "It's Dad." My brother gladly handed it to my father.

"Dad's Children! Want to tell a story, what?" ask my father while holding my sister and opening a book.

"Cinderella Father," I replied standing beside my father.

"Yes Dad, that's all!" my sister said too.

"alright. Now Father's Son, go to sleep." My dad took down the swing he used to put my brother and me to sleep if we both had trouble sleeping.

My father read the fairy tale as we wished. Tonight he gave up his hunger just to make me and my sister happy. I who already knew my father began to understand that my father loved my sister who was left dead by my mother as a child. That's what made my father slightly overstated his affection for my sister. However, I who have understood never feel jealous because for me the happiness of my sister is my happiness. If my sister smiles happily, I feel happy too. After all I always remember what my father told me that the first child should be strong and should not be spoiled. This is what is being a booster to myself.

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