The Struggle of a Child
Cinderella
"Yes, Dad" replied my sister. "I'm so happy today to be sleeping in the swing again. Ever since I went to school, Dad never swung at us again" my sister said, seeing my dad.
"Yes Dad" I said. "We miss sleeping on this swing!" I stared at the swing that made me remember my childhood. You used to put us to sleep here and sing songs for us." I'm taking the swing. "Every time I see this swing. I'd love to call Dad to bed, I'm here!" I said while enjoying my father's swing.
"Why don't you call, Dad?" My father sadly asked.
I'm the one who's been sitting in the swing. "I don't dare, Dad," I replied lowered my head.
"Why didn't Brother tell me?" my sister asked.
"Yes Liyan," my mother said. "Why didn't you tell your sister?" cut my mother in contact from behind asking.
"Maybe Big Brother no longer wants to sleep on the swing" replied my sister instantly. He immediately sat down and saw our aunt who was sitting watching us swing, as if to listen to a fairy tale that my father would read. "So, no more asking." With ketus my sister gave the next reply so as to make my mother's face flat into pias.
My father and I who heard it instantly kept quiet and gawked at what my sister had said. I who was sitting in the swing continued to look at my quiet sister closely.
"Dad!" call my father as if to rebuke my sister. My father's eyes were so sharp they looked at my sister. I peeked out from the edge of my swing cloth so hard-degan knew it.
"Don't talk carelessly to the parents" my father said resentfully.
"Sorry Dad. I'm a kid." My sister turned her face away from my father looking at the swing cloth.
I immediately heard my sister's reason. My sister today is right that she is still a child and has not fully reasoned, I thought because what she said just came out quietly from her lips. From this it was clear that he was not to blame. But my father did not try to be quiet. He gently told my sister back. "Son, don't talk, like that. It's not nice and disrespectful to look at" said my father who was still paying attention to the contents of the fairy tale. "God doesn't like someone talking, like that to other people, let alone those older than us" my father continued, forbidding my brother to speak again.
It was heard from my father that he did not scold but rebuke my brother because my father knew that my brother was a child so he did not think about what he was saying.
While the silence from my mother seemed to signal that she could not accept what my sister said.
"That son! You always treat her well, even if she looks wrong" my mother said.
"I'm right" my father said, not to lose. "My son is a child. So, he doesn't know for sure what he's saying is appropriate or not" my father fumed furiously.
"Ofuck! From a long time ago, that was all you ever said. You sure love your son this one, if I see," my mother sibir told me to heat up.
A soothing swing and a fun fairy tale when heard before bed is my dream after all this time. But now the blink of an eye had been broken and left a gray remnant of hope. So sad it feels like I am currently swallowing failure back from my waiting banner.
I also dropped my body back into a swing that became a damper my disappointment. I looked at the ceiling of our house so high. Both of my eyes that were still open were now wrapped in voidness. The Cinderella story I wanted to hear was now in vain. The debates that took place even made a small rumble in this small room.
"Dad, isn't the story?" I who was staring with a blank blank look, suddenly heard my sister's voice from the next swing.
"Haha!" My father laughed a little I heard. "So, this Father's Son is still waiting for his Cinderella?!" my father said warmly.
"Yes, Dad. Dad has not been telling us for a long time" my sister continued.
"alright. I'll tell stories for you both" my father said.
I woke up instantly and opened my eyes wide. "Really Dad?" ask me with pleasure.
"Yes. Dad was right," replied my father by pulling his lips at me which was visible from the edge of the swing cloth as I let out a slight head looking towards my father and sister.
"Horry!" shouted excited. It was as if I had won a match.
Tonight is the night my sister and I were told a story by my father. After a long time we missed being deceived by my father.
When we were little my father always looked after us in our sleep, especially after the departure of my mother who left us with deep wounds and sadness. As long as our mother is gone and before my father gets married. My father never forgot to put me on the swing with his favorite song. After a few days, my father got married. I never touch this swing again. Different with my sister. Although, our surrogate father and mother got married after a few days, my sister still remains in the top of my father to this day. To my father my sister is his main authority other than my mother who is gone.
It's not taboo anymore. It had already become a habit seen by myself with both of my eyes. Then it does not make me an envious child, especially to hate my sister. After all, my sister is the breath of life to me as well. If my sister was just a little sad, I would definitely feel it.
As it sounds tonight. My brother was so happy after my father wanted to tell us both. Behind my sister's pleasure I feel the same way. The void that had been torn down had now been forgotten for a moment.
"Dad told him not to slow down, yeah, Dad." My sister who was swung reminded my father.
"Yes, Dad! Let me hear it too." I said from the swing next to my sister.
"Yes, Son! I'll tell you so loud that you both hear and fall asleep" said my father.
"But don't let it sound out. Everyone will be surprised." My mother told me to reply with displeasure.
"After I tell you, you two go to sleep, yeah!" My father immediately told me.
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Once upon a time there lived a beautiful and kind girl named Cinderella . Ever since her father died, Cinderella has lived in a large house with her stepmother and two half-sisters .
Stepmom never liked Cinderella . Every day she always gave lots of homework for Cinderella to do . This job includes homework and serving her stepmother and two stepbrothers .
Cinderella's two half-brothers never wanted to work cleaning the house . Both like to live luxury and always mocked the appearance of Cinderella is considered ugly .
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They both married and lived happily.
My eyes are sleeping more and more listening to my father's fairy tale . Cinderella's story is no longer fully heard. Only the beginning and the end of the story entered my hearing clearly.
The swing my father made me want to close my eyes. The voice of my brother who answered in the middle of my father's dongengan is no longer heard.
Only the friction of the swing rope could be heard moving on its axis and a small cloth that seemed to cover my body felt a little cold because of the wind that blew when the swing moved.
The voice of my mother who was talking about my father and sister was increasingly I did not hear anymore everything was quiet, silent without reflection.
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