The Struggle of a Child
I'm on my own
"Sister's sleeping too, isn't he?" asked my sister curiously with her soft tone of voice as if she was coaxing me when I climbed onto the bed and glanced at her without me noticing.
"Yes, Brother has to sleep because Brother is sick, Dik," I replied gently. Make the bed before I fuck her.
My sister took her doll off her lap and put it next to her bed.
"Sister, you're still sick again, aren't you?" ask my sister in a low voice.
I spontaneously turned my head tilted to the left looking at my sister. "Yes, but it's not hot anymore" I replied . Glanced at my sister while pulling the blanket.
"Good Brother. Means I can play again later, get out," my sister replied expectantly. He saw the blanket he had pulled to cover his body.
I who floated my eyes mixed with the light of a half-bright lamp to the left saw him who had begun to close his eyes while being followed by his hands that hugged the doll tightly.
I stared at him until he slept. The doll that had often been his bedmate had never been detached from him in the least, let alone tonight. The doll was still accompanying him who was chatty and jealous, when it came to the affection of the father who had raised us.
Huh!
Even my breath Hela violently turned her head and looked straight up at the sky-sky room. This tiny, weak body really bothered my mind. I who used to be calm and cheerful now began to be haunted by a disease that returned whack.
Call the clear light is increasingly falling over these two cheeks. There's nothing more I can expect like this right now. I am getting sad when I remember my health.
I can no longer play as happily as I used to, like the other kids. For a moment I was sad again when I remembered playing and school. I was getting more and more upset mixed with worry, if I was constantly stricken with pain that was fatal to make me no longer able to breathe with relief as a child my age.
These tears fell more and more when I saw my sister who could no longer play as freely as before, like playing as children in general.
Every now and then I turn my head to glance at him who is still awake in his sleep. He was so sad and restrained, as a result of the demands of my father who tried so hard to demand him to take care of me and at the same time to train my sister so that she had affection for her brother.
My father did that just to keep an eye on my sister who was too fond of wandering outside the house without knowing the time. It was this that urged my father to act more decisively towards my sister. More firm in setting the pace. However, again the saddest one here who became the victim indirectly was me.
The room is half dim room brings the wishful thinking mixed with the condition of the body that began to weaken, turning the eyeballs look at the corner of the bed. Where in that place is a neatly arranged Bpku children's toy.
Plaque!
I also reflexively brushed off the blanket that covered half this tiny weak body roughly and just threw it away.
"That's my toy!" I murmured slowly while sitting down and held back the eyes that wanted to sleep.
I hurriedly dragged this tiny, weak body and painful leg to pick up the toy that was lying on the floor while keeping my body on friendly terms tonight with me.
"I want to play this" I said slowly to myself. Look at the toys coming out of the bed.
The toy was so excited it seemed when I wanted to pick it up. It was as if he had just given up in front of me. Slowly mixed with the spirit of this hand reflex took it from the bottom up.
The kreeek!
I dragged him slowly as if watching from the hearing of my sister who was asleep.
Baugh !
The toy along with the equipment I put on the bed with a little crashing.
The sound of my sister's body shifting a little sounded as if blocking my success who had taken a toy.
"Ana," I murmured in panic. I saw my sister change her sleeping position. Followed by these two hands that hold the toy tightly and keep watch from the look in my sister's eyes that may suddenly open later without me knowing.
"Ana, don't get up, yeah !" I hope to plead with a slow murmur. I dragged a few toys.
Plaque!
"Oh, no !" my screams were slow when I saw the toy fall between my bed and my sister's legs.
Cracks!
My sister also raised her leg as if she was kicking an object that hit her leg.
"Oh no ! Ana, don't open your eyes, "please hope. Glanced at my sister while taking the toy that hit her leg slowly.
"Sister wants to play," I said slowly. Open the toy slowly and occasionally turn your head looking to the right side while keeping watch of him who is still asleep.
Brak!
The toy finally came out of place and scattered on the bed. "Well, hihihi! Fun I can play this with satisfaction," I muttered happily looking at him with sparkling eyes. In the follow head turned backwards glancing at my sister.
The toy began to be arranged with as neat as possible according to my wishes. I was very happy to mix with the weak little body.
"Hm, this one is his Son, this one is his father and this one is... ." I was so sad when this heart wanted to mention, his mother.
The toy stopped swinging in the air, followed by both eyes staring at him softly in the middle of the room half-bright. Bp's child's toy was so faint I saw mixed with sadness.
I brought the Bp boy closer to me. "This is his mother" I continued with a slight witty. Seeing the child Bp hanging in the air.
I was so sad when I wanted to mention, 'Mother.' The eyes mixed with the dim room continued to look at him deeply.
That kid Bp started me playing the way I wanted. I really like to play Bp children because I can make the storyline of his life as I want and I can also make them have a mother or not according to my wishes as well. Had his mother gone I could have brought him back to life and cancelled his death, which is why I love this game.
Haha ! I laughed amusedly at my ambiguous desire.
With pleasure, I continued my game on a dark night. I'm more happy and smiling because this game I can adjust to my heart. If I want to feel a happy family, I can play it like an ideal happy family. If I get tired of it, I'll change it to live in a family full of conflict.
That's why I love this game so much. It's a game that makes me sad and feels like I have a mother.
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