The Struggle of a Child
I was shocked and suspicious of my sister
"What's? You cold, son?" ask my father who is still sitting on my sister's side.
"Good," I answered slightly covering it up. Viewing floor.
"Dad then I go to the room too. Must be my Dottie waiting, Dad?!" brother says. Get down straight from my father's lap.
While I was still standing waiting for an order from my father that made me forced to hear the sometimes ridiculous and annoying ramblings of my sister.
"Dottie ?" asked my father astonished.
"Yes Dad, Dottie," he said happily repeating it with his cute face.
Without me realizing I was knotted sweetly heard and saw the gurat of my cute sister's face that ran fiercely into the room.
"It's Dad" cried my sister gladly swinging a doll in front of my father. "This is my friend's father, his name is Dottie," she explained.
"Ooh," said my father. Taking the doll from my sister's hand. My father was so staring at the doll with sparkling eyes.
I got swept away with my father's happiness when I saw a cute little doll.
"Dad, this is my beloved doll" said my sister. Stand up and see it in my father's hand. "Dad you know?! This doll every night put me to bed" she said with her cute face.
Haha ! My father laughed and took the doll he had bought for my sister. "So he put you to bed?" ask dad. Looking at the doll he was holding while removing the mask that continuously closed his mouth.
Oeoeoe!
Haha ! My father and sister also laughed amusedly, followed by me who also laughed at the behavior of my father and sister are funny.
"How could he put you to sleep ?" asked my dad to hold his mouthpiece.
"Why is Dad like that?" ask my sister . Staring at the hand of my father who swung the mask in the air with a amazed look.
"He's a crybaby. Just take this cry," said my father by looking at him while frowning mixed with question marks.
I am more amused to see the behavior of both of them, especially my father who acts like a child today while I turn my body wants to move.
"Liyan, do you like this doll, son?" ask dad.
Then I pulled my lips. "Engga Daddy. I have other toys" I replied briefly. Looking at the compass that is still in the swirling my father in the air as if he did not think to see it.
"If you want me to buy it" my father suggested. Looked at my pale face. "Let you both have the same toy" he said. Seeing my brother who's starting to pias.
I who know a little when I see my sister's face, already understand without being told by her. If he doesn't like to hear it because for him my father is his.
"Dad, I don't like dolls" I replied indifferently. Looking at my sister who was standing waiting for the doll that was still held by my father.
"Dottie, that's a pretty name, son. Who gave you that name?" ask my dad to know. Glanced at my sister and gave the doll back to her.
"I'm looking for you, Dad" he replied a little proudly.
I felt even more sad when my sister was steady, it seemed like my sister was not willing to accept that my father actually loved us both, I thought. He was still selfish and insisted with his arrogance that only he deserved my father's affection.
"Dad, I'm going to play with a game that I like," I said with a pleading face that seemed to persuade my father not to be busy buying similar toys for both of us.
"Dad, if you'd buy me a toy. Just buy it," asked my sister to come back.
The leg that wanted to stop, suddenly did not so because it saw my sister who really did not like me. The day that wants dark requires this body to stay strong even if it is hit by anything.
"But I want to buy you both the same toys" my father said.
The legs that had reached the front door of the room reflexed back to glance at my brother and father, while wanting to find out what they said. My sister's face looked so sour when my father triggered his wish.
"I don't want to be with Dad. I just want a toy that's not the same as anyone," my sister refused. Stand right opposite me.
We who meet the eyes also lift the eyes according to the fatigue in each heart. My sister looked so angry when she heard what my father wanted. While I remained calm in the midst of his hatred.
The right hand holding the curtain quietly pulled the curtain open and closed my face from my sister.
Crews!
Plaque!
The curtains were open and then closed. The room that we had long left was still a little messy as a result of the remnants of my sister's annoyance that she vented on the items in the room.
One bolster pillow that was not so I took until now is still lying on the floor. While on the floor next to him again still scattered toys Bp children ranging from his clothes, small used boxes, my pencil box that has been damaged and some pencils, rulers and sharpeners. All of that was lying on the floor.
The foot that stood on the floor had to walk a little carefully stepping on the floor that he was about to walk through. Slowly without a word, I swung my hand to pick up a bolster pillow and threw it on the bed. Then I took back the toy by dropping my body crouching on the floor and took the child Bp toys and equipment one by one to clean and tidy.
Around the room I turned to look for toys that were thrown in every corner of the room and under the bed. I was surprised when these eyes looked down. A pile of black plastic mounds bound to be seen by these eyes though mixed with a dark undercarriage.
The deg!
My heart's pumping blood back down. I was so trembling. How not, the black plastic that looks as if it reminds me of my brother's actions are not commendable. He was so happy to set me up in front of our mother.
My reflexes pulled back this tiny, weak body and leaned right behind the closet that bordered our room with the living room.
My hands are not holding my toys. It was as if the pile of black plastic reminded me of the evil events of my sister that made me more and more exposed to mental stress by our mother.
"What's it taking?" ask a voice suddenly startled.
The deg!
I immediately flinched and turned the eyes towards the source of the sound that sounded reprimanding me. I got even sharper looking at him who entered with a pitch without the slightest bit of guilt on his face.
"Sister sitting there? But Brother said Brother is sick?!" he said as if asking me. Put the doll on the bed.
"Nobody's looking for toys" I replied. Glancing under the bed that stifled suddenly.
"mmmmmmm. Brother, don't sit down for long. My brother will get sick later. And my beloved mother will be angry," he said. Waving a sharp glare of eyes mixed suspiciously. Stand up while staring around the floor with a ball of pushy eyes.
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