The Struggle of a Child
Hope behind the window
"Ana," I muttered softly, happily walking on my own. "Damma!" I also momentarily forgot all that attacked today behind the happy laughter because I had been freed from the mother who kept me standing for a long time in the yard of the house.
Kreeks!
I slowly opened the curtains.
Plaque!
Plaque!
Plaque!
Baugh's!
I was very surprised and slipped and both my legs came to a sudden halt. The hand that was still holding the curtain continued to stick to the half-open curtain.
"Ana, what's the matter?" I was amazed at the sound of sick people. Look at the floor of my room filled with pillows, blankets and toys.
Huhuhuhu !
I was shocked while crying softly. Picking up the child Bp then swung it into the air while looking at him softly.
"Ana, why are you throwing away my sister's toy?" ask me with a slow and restrained tone of voice a little mixed with sadness and raucous, like the voice of a sick person. Picking up and swinging a child Bp in the air. "'You're breaking up!" my screams with a witty. Stared at. "Huhuhoo!" The sound of my crying broke again after seeing the child Bp who had two severed his head. "Son't have any more toys" I said softly. Looking at my sister who was sitting on the bed indifferently.
"Where do I know. You want a toy or not!" reply with roughness. Threw my next toy on the floor.
Plaque!
Plaque!
Plaque!
Baugh's!
"Aaagh!" I screamed after the Bp boy's toy landed on my forehead. "Aaagh!" I screamed and stroked my forehead softly. "Ana, you're evil" I said shouting in a voice mixed with weeping and raucous. "You've decided this," I groaned softly. Glancing at the doll I swung in front with teary eyeballs.
"It was wrong Brother. Why is my brother sick again? And because of Brother, I became in the law and angry with Brother's beloved mother! Huhuhuhuhoo!" my sister's screams held back her voice and cries. "The woman is evil. He's very evil. I don't want to see it," he whispered. Hit his pillow with both hands. "Silver he is the same. You two are bad!" he said while holding his mouth which screamed wide so as not to be heard by our mother.
While I was getting smoother looking at Bp's son who broke up so that my sister's screams were not too heard. "My daughter has broken up" I said continuously repeating it with a soft cry mixed with a strong voice so that I did not hear also by our mother continued.
"Son't never ruined your toy, Ana," I groaned at Bp's son. "This is my beloved toy" I said more and more sadly. Looking at Bp's son and remembering my father who wasn't that easy was willing to buy me a toy. "You don't know Ana. It's expensive," I said. Looking at my sister with teary eyes.
"Sister, if it's expensive. Brother can still buy again, really," said my sister. "Sister's still got pocket money. Just buy using your pocket money Brother," he suggested clearly.
I was getting angry at hearing nonsense from him. "Sister's pocket money is not much," I grumbled.
"That's a big brother problem. Not my problem. Hence, you don't have to have a mother like her" my sister sneered. Pinch this heart.
Suddenly I immediately floated a sharp look of eyes looking at her wise lips saying that.
Huhuhuhoo!
I hustled and dropped my eyes on the broken Bp boy. The sadness melted the tears that had stopped.
"This is also my bed all full of Big Brother's toys. But we have already made a limit. This one's my bed, and that's Brother's bed" said my sister annoyed mixed with. Pointing to his bed and my bed.
Huhuhoo! Brother never put a toy there," I replied slowly mixed with a raucous soft voice. Thinking about what my sister said. I slowly looked towards the wide open window. "Maybe fly in the wind" I said. Looking out the window that was blowing in the strong wind.
"No way," denied my sister directly. "Where might the wind get in here. 'the wind is not strong, '" he jolted.
After a long time I was able to calm down. I got up and looked out the window. The wind that blows on my face feels refreshing eyeballs that hurt due to crying a lot.
"Ana, Big Brother's toy is a little," I came back softly. Holding back a sad heart and picking up pillows and blankets thrown on the floor.
Huhuhuhu !
While she was still crying reminiscing about the sadness that was stuck in her heart. A mouthful was still clearly heard even though he was trying to endure it.
"Dottie, they're so mean" said my sister, whipping her heart at the doll into her fiance.
Gluey!
The hand that wanted to pick up the pillow suddenly stopped hearing him complaining to the doll.
"You know, I don't have a mother. I only have Dad.., but my dad is no longer dear to me, huhuhu!" her moans held her dolls affectionately.
I was more moved mixed with sadness to hear the complaints of my sister who complained to her Dottienya doll.
"My brother is also evil as me. Because of him I'm not in Daddy's love anymore, and because of him I'm in the law" he explained. Stir all the contents of the heart until poured out.
I'm getting worried about hearing it. The hand that wanted to take the pillow was slowly dropped and raised the pillow to the bed hard.
Baugh's!
Baugh !
Baugh !
I throw a pillow straight up on the bed. One by one, the pillows lying on the floor were now on the bed.
The wide open window that carried the wind blew in through its small cracks fluttered the curtains of the room, the hair and the half-knee shirt I was wearing.
"That's it Dottie. My bad brother!" brother says. Put the doll up on a pillow that was on her lap right up to my face.
Huh!
I'm breathing more and more. Seeing my sister's strange behavior mixed in funny.
"Ana, you're not evil, really. Brother is just." I said and stared at the window which often put wind through its little crevices. I no longer continue my next conversation.
This empty air that disturbs myself from pain seems to write down a hope that I still dream of with false hope.
Behind the body that I turned directly, followed by the right hand took the toy on the floor and the next hand held the toy tightly taken by my right hand.
"If you don't believe. Brother doesn't know anymore" I said flatly as if I resigned after saying so.
"Son is a liar! Where ever did Brother speak honestly," attack my sister. He looked up and raised his head as if he saw an open window.
"Ana, when did you lie ?" ask me not willing to hear the accusations made by my sister against me.
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