The Struggle of a Child
Rejection makes us sad
"Ana, but 'the joints are good, '" I said whispering in my sister's ear. Stand near him.
"But I don't want these slippers" my sister choked in my ear. "I want new sandals, Dad," my sister whined back. Staring at my father then looking at the flip-flops lying on the floor.
"Ana, it's still morning so, don't try whining. Your father's tired of doing it. Even you said it was like that," said my mother with a sigh. Brush back her hair.
"Ana, it's your slippers still to wear, son," my father replied gently.
"Dad, my friends will make fun of me if I wear those sandals" my sister whispered.
"Your friends won't know. It's just sandals not clothes. Anyway, how could your friend see your shoe!" my mother said with annoyance.
Huhuhuhoo! My sister immediately cried. "Bad fuck. Dad's been stingy," my sister sulked. Leaving itself. Walking out the door saw a water guava tree.
"Liyan, go take a shower" my mother told me.
"Okay, ma'am" I replied leaving my sister.
I also took the toiletries and immediately walked hard while hearing my father's words and turned a little head to see my father who was bent.
"Ana, I want to go to work first. Save your sandals and that's just a new flip for you" my dad said. Take shoes.
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Not long after I had finished my shower. I looked back at my sister and the flip flops that were still the same as before.
"Ana, just save this first" I said quietly. Take a flip-flop located on the floor.
"So. I don't want to keep it," said my sister.
"Why ?" aska I want to know. "But these slippers are good" I said. Look - look at the sandals I'm holding.
"Ana, you're a kid. You shouldn't have said that to your father. He's your parents. Ever since your mother died she's been taking care of you. Especially yourself. Time yes. The child he loved the most refused his gift," said the mother, continuing to advise my sister. Suddenly good.
"Sir, throw it away!" exclaim my sister.
Suddenly I immediately dropped my hand drooped limp down, precisely perpendicular to the right side while holding a flip flops. Sad mixed with disappointment I turned my body to look at my father who was sitting still wearing shoes.
The look on my father's face was instantly sad. He was silent mixed with sadness and disappointment to see his son reject the sandals that he had repaired with great difficulty.
"Dad, why do you wear shoes?" manyu astonished.
"Yes, Son. Your sister is too fussy" replied my father. "Liyan, don't throw it away. At most your sister will wear that too. Keep it!" advice father. Get up and stand up.
I was sad to see the flip flops that my sister did not accept sincerely. "Okay Dad" I replied. Looking at my sister who remained sullen with her face tightened up standing back at me and my father.
"Ana, put these slippers on first. Later if you have money, you will buy it," said my father gently stroked my sister's head. "Dad go first. If you want to wear it. Just wear! But... ." My dad kept his mouth shut after my mom cut him off.
"...if you don't want to. You don't have to wear those sandals out. Chicken feet just come out. Let your leg hurt! Let's know the taste!" my mother said spicy. Cut my father's talk.
"How many times have I told you. If I talk to my son again. Or scold him never to interfere" my father scolded. Crouching turned a little head glancing towards my mother.
I was getting dizzy to see those who were constantly fighting.
"Liyan, remember! Don't throw those sandals away. Later your sister will not have sandals to come out to play," explained my father.
I'm the one holding the sandal. "Well, Dad," I said. "Dad, but I can also come out, right?" I slowly mixed with a little fear.
"Where are you going?" ask dad.
"Play, Dad," I replied. Ducking mixed with anxious expectations.
"Just got you guys out last night. It's coming out again, " complained mom. "Can't! You're home today" she asked firmly.
"Liyan, your legs are still hurting?!" dad said. Turning the look in the eyes looked at me who was standing behind him.
"Have you treated your feet yet?" ask my contact mother. Standing around looking at me.
"Not yet" I replied slowly. Boost.
I'm getting dizzy with lethargy. Looking at the conjoined mother who snapped from the glances of the eyes.
"Hm! I don't think I'm seeing you two right now. The bigger you are the more you act" my father whispered. "And you Liyan already knew your legs hurt. Still going out. You should treat your feet instead of choosing to play out with your sister," he said.
"Eitherway! Your sister's coming out, you're going to follow. He's different from you. She's indisposed. It is not easy to get sick nor is it crybaby!" hatchlings.
Huhuhoo!
My tears also came out to wet my cheeks. The crystal fell on my cheek.
"Dad, but I want to play," I asked in a raucous tone of voice mixed with tears.
"I don't want Brother to play with me" my sister directly refused.
I immediately quietly held back the cry. Instantly I was surprised to mix in disappointment to hear my brother who refused rawly.
"If you play with me. I'm not playing. Dad's going to tell me to look after Brother, let alone that!" my sister said pointing at the leg wound still visible on the knee. "I don't want to take care of him. Moreover, Brother is too crybaby," he said.
I'm getting sad. I could no longer open both eyes to stare wide. My sister's disgusted refusal to play with me. It makes me more bitter.
"Liyan, so you can't play out. And you're Ana too, you're the same. Can't play out!" said my mother with great emphasis.
My father immediately spoke. "Hm, you go first, yeah! Ana, take care of your sister. And you Liyan don't ever go out of the house to play" he said.
"Yes Dad" I replied slowly. Looking straight at the floor.
Holding back the sad who wanted to shed tears.
"Dad, that means I can get out, right?" asked my brother to persuade my father.
I was so cornered by this situation. I who stood looked at my sister and occasionally dropped gazes looked at the injured knee.
It's really my life, I thought. Seeing a knee that has not healed.
"Yeah!" call my sister screaming. I can play, can't I?" tanyanya yells. "Why don't you answer it ?" lamented.
"That's a sign your father doesn't love you both out of the house" said our aunt, who had been tidy, wanted to leave.
I'm curious to know. "Mom, where are you going ?" my many. Seeing our connecting mother who was as busy from earlier as my father.
"It's none of your business. All you have to do is take care of one, wash the dishes!" cetus with firmness. Wear lipstick in front of the mirror.
My sister and I met at once.
"Ana, it's your sandals" I said. Handing sandal.
My sister was still silent looking at the slippers swinging in the air.
"Ana, fetch. Your spoon is good," I said back.
My sister is still quiet. He'll weigh heavily to take the sandals I'm thrusting.
"Ana, it's your sandal. Don't throw it away later you don't have any more sandals," said my mother. Dress up neatly.
A little I turned the look in the eyes to see our connecting mother who was getting more and more strange.
"None of them makes that shit up. I don't want to" refused my sister.
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