The Struggle of a Child
My Family's Condition
A bright morning with a lot of fun. I had to get up early after my dad and my mom. After stepping up, I saw the father who was busy preparing food for us. My father was so competitive with all the food on the table.
I who was standing behind him looked closely. My father was so excited and happy to be seen from the face that I deliberately peeked from the side. Instantly a plain face that had yet to fully see the spontaneously curved world pulled Little lips.
"Dad again what?" My toot. Stand behind him.
"Make breakfast for you." My father replied smiling. Stand up.
"Your father, when he's cooking, he doesn't remember who passed by" my mother said with a plate.
Spontaneously I stepped forward towards my father. The face that had yet to fully fill the world laughed uprightly at his busyness.
"Dad not work?" I asked to come back to know. Looking at the table neatly arranged by my mother.
"Your father when you go to work. Must be done cooking?!" My mom flips taking a hand wash.
"A little while." Answer my father in a flat voice. Seeing me. "Liyan! You're not taking a shower? Don't dabble! Just wash your face, yes son," my mother said. Silence looking towards me.
" It's Mom." My answer. Down, go disappear.
"Then we ate together, yeah!" shouted my father.
My father's face was so sweet to see me with such warm eyes that it made me happy. Slowly I turned my body out, picking up soap and towels hanging near the kitchen door.
With consciousness still hanging, I forced open both eyes wide and saw the path to be stepped on.
The cold morning air now accompanied me to the bathroom.
Slowly I entered with the set step. Both eyes that have not been friendly to nature, see straight buckets that have been filled with water.
I then slowly wet my cheeks with water that had mixed with dew. As quickly as possible I flushed the tiny body and immediately moved.
Along with the cold morning covered in dew, I swung my feet up the house. Slowly I walked with soap and towels in my hand.
The cold morning air made my little belly sing so that it made my concentration go away. Hearing the chant that teased comfort made me rush over with a swift pace.
Arriving at the kitchen door, I put the soap in place and hung a towel while glancing at my father and mother.
"Dad, is breakfast done?" my many. Hanging towel.
"Not yet, son" answered my father .
" Are you hungry?" Ask mom.
"Yes, Mommy." Answer me slowly. Walked.
After entering, I stepped slowly while looking at my father who was busy. I saw my father cooking rice by putting a frying pan on a burning stove.
"Dad, what's that for?" ask me with curiosity. Stand up.
"Dad wants to cook fried rice. You like it, don't you, son?" my father then threw the question back.
Without looking at me.
I was standing right next to her watching her put a little cooking oil into the frying pan. The stove that was burning with fire was starting to heat the cooking oil that was inside the frying pan.
"Dad! Does Ana like fried rice?" aska I want to know. Saw my father.
"Liyan! Your sister likes it all. As long as she is full," my mother said with an adorable smile as she pinched both of my cheeks softly furiously.
"Know Dad he likes it" replied my father. Take the rice while putting the seasoning that has been available.
My dad started putting rice in a hot frying pan. I saw him start stirring the rice that had been mixed with the seasoning. My father is so visible.
"Liyan! Go wake your sister!" exclaimed my mother in a flat tone of voice. "What time is it?" Further. Walk taking bowl.
"Yes, Dad," I replied quietly. Disappeared from before him.
Slowly I turned my body towards our room, both of which were located at the front right near the door. I also opened the curtains that were neatly attached to cover the small room.
I walked slowly while enduring the coldness that enveloped the tiny body. I went straight to the bed and pulled the blanket that covered her body.
My sister who was so sound asleep was seen, pausing my intention for a moment to wake her up.
The aroma of fried rice cooked by my father burst into the door of the room and pierced through the small nostrils that made hunger shake again.
As quickly as possible I brushed off the blanket and swung my legs down.
"Sister!" Call my sister slowly in a raucous voice.
The foot that had stepped stopped for a moment. "What deck?" ask me slowly. Turn your body back.
"Where are you going?" ask my sister to know. Wakes up.
"You go to the kitchen, you're hungry" I said. Saw it.
"Wouldn't you eat?" ask my sister back. Sit over. "Who's cooking, brother?" ask him by investigating. Seeing me.
"Dad," I answered . Walked.
After that I continued to move back to my father and mother while inhaling the aroma of fried rice that made my appetite tickle the stomach.
My father seemed to have decorated an empty plate with delicious fried rice. I swung my legs and left my sister in my own room and walked over to my mother who was laying on the table.
"Mother! Has the fried rice been eaten?" my many. Stand up.
"Where's your sister?" asked my father to shift my question.
"Still in the room, ' I replied. Saw mom.
"Dad, I told you! Wake your sister!" my father said in a slightly irritated tone of voice.
"Mas, let it go. Maybe he's still sleepy," my mother put down the glass.
Walk putting the plate to the table. "Liyan, you heard no! What Dad said, ' '" continued my father who made my mother catch her breath. "... wake up your sister!" he said with great emphasis. Gawking.
Seeing my father snort, I immediately undo the intention and took a step back turning my head towards my mother at a glance.
"Sir, awake! Say, "Dad!" My love. Pulling my brother's blanket.
"Yes, Brother!" Sitting sister. "Well?" tanyakanya.
"Eat! I'm angry." Answer me slowly. Stand up.
Hearing my answer, he immediately got off the bed walking after me with shaky steps. He walked over to my mom and dad.
"Dad called, me?!" ask sister.
"Why did you wake up so long?" ask dad.
"Mas, stop! Don't be like that! It's still morning. Pity if this early gets scolded." My mother kissed my sister's forehead.
Saw it. "Dad wants to go to work" he continued. Sit in a chair. "Liyan! Go get your breakfast! You said that! You're hungry, aren't you?" ask dad. Sipping tea.
"Yes, Dad" I replied. Walk for breakfast on the table.
"Sister's been in the shower?" ask sister. Stand beside me. "Why didn't you wake me?" ask with protest. I saw my mother hugging him.
"Later, if your brother! Wake you! You'll be angry, baby," my mom said. Tidying my sister's hair.
Hearing my mother's words, my sister turned her head to look at me with a sad look in her eyes. His face was visible when he looked at me. Cynical, he brought fried rice.
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