The Struggle of a Child
Return of laughter
"My feet hurt," I murmured softly. I glanced at the half-wet knee.
"Here," said my sister floating the medicine box. Stand straight in front of me.
Gluey!
I was immediately shocked and a little gaping to see my sister who suddenly sympathized with me. The two eyes flushed wide looking at the P3K box that was dear to me.
"Obati pakek this brother. Later Brother gets sicker" he said, putting a P3K box on my hand. "So don't cry anymore" she pleaded, looking up at the closed door.
I saw the sudden change in my sister's attitude. I was still confused mixed with the big question mark looking at him with both hands still swinging in the air holding the box.
"Rapidly treat Brother's feet," urged my sister. Dragging his body backwards slightly and glanced at the door that was still locked.
The P3K box was still swinging in the air located above the small palm. With a million questions mixed in, I have not been able to drop this tiny, weak body to sit on the floor because I am still haunted by the sudden change in attitude of my sister and suddenly difficult any more.
"Sister, quickly treat. Let Brother's wounds heal quickly," he urged back. Look at the wounds I've sustained. "Son, don't be dumb," he rebuked.
"I-iya," I answered immediately lowering my gaze looking towards the palm that was still holding the P3K box.
Nah!
I opened the P3K box while dragging the tiny body against the wall and slowly dropped it sitting on the floor carefully.
Plaque!
I placed the P3K box on the floor and opened it trembling as I still held deep suspicion of my sister. I slowly opened the box while glancing at my sister who was standing before me silently with all the confusion that struck.
Even the medicine I put into the painful wound, followed by my two neutrals occasionally saw the small leg standing in front of me.
"Sister, slowly. Not much - a lot. That's a pain," my sister scolded.
"Yes," I nodded with fear staring at his feet.
I slowly drip the medicine according to the instructions and advice of my sister while closing both eyes imagining my mother coming stroking my head and hugging me. Droplets of medicine began to wet my painful wounds. Eyes that were closed to feel my mother's caress made my wound not feel sore after the medicine was dropped.
The wound touched by the medicine does not cause any pain. The face of the mother I saw in the photo was able to calm the chaotic heart due to holding back the wound.
"Son, don't you hurt?" ask my sister to be surprised .
"Well," I answered, opening my eyes and looking at the knee covered with red medicine.
Plaque!
I put the red medicine on the floor right in front of me. The knee pain is now beginning to subside. That shady, loving mother's face was so powerful at treating my every wound, I thought.
A line smile is implied in the heart so that it makes the face slightly radiant looking at the knees. "His wounds don't hurt anymore" I said happily. Raising my head looked at my brother's standing face.
"That means that Brother's wound is healed!" my sister said happily and looked at me.
I nodded slowly and pursed a little lips cutely. Looking straight ahead with blank eyes mixed with the thought of still remembering my mother.
"Sister, save the medicine" my sister pleaded as she walked away from me.
Baugh's!
My hand that put the medicine in the box of P3K reflex stopped. I was surprised to see the bag sitting in front of me.
"Ana" I said in surprise to him. Staring at the bag as well as her suddenly wanting to drop her body sat on the floor right in front of me. "What's this for?" my many. Look at the bag located.
"I want to learn to read" replied my sister.
I dropped this body again sitting on the floor. "You can't read yet?" I spread my curious eyeballs. Seeing my sister clingy.
"Then why? It's a holiday. Are your reading books still with you?" ask me to investigate again.
"Remain" replied my sister directly.
My sister then raised her head looking at me who was a little astonished by her. "I've bought a book, sister," he said happily. Take the book out of the bag.
"Yetoo!" my sister said suprise books to me.
I was surprised to see the book that was released by surprise. "This is his book" I said staring at him with two sparkling eyes.
My sister looks happy. "Yes Brother. I bought it just in time we want a holiday," he said.
I got more and more followed by my sister and forgot about the P3K box. "The book's pretty. There are pictures of the animals" I connect with a happy heart.
"Yes Brother. The rent is so much that I bought it," said my sister immediately with pleasure. Open the book piece by piece.
"Ana, you have a lot of pocket money" I said grudgingly. Turning the seat shifted slightly with the veil of a manyun's face.
"Yes. I'll collect pocket money" my sister replied. "Because Brother will often also buy toys with pocket money for Brother," he said.
I was immediately moved to hear it. It turns out that behind my annoying sister and hating me she still remembers a little bit about me, I thought.
I was even more moved to see my sister sitting in front of me. It felt like he was my old brother who always played with me when I was a kid.
"You remember" I said. Seeing my very happy sister. "The book is beautiful too" I continued, looking at the open book. "How much is it, brother?" aska I want to know.
"I forgot Brother," my sister replied directly after hearing my question.
"But you just bought it. Why forget it?" tanyaku.
My sister didn't respond to it, she was still lulled by the pictures of unique animals and many colors.
"Don't look at this picture!" my sister pointed at the picture.
I saw it at my sister's request. "It's a picture of a cat" I said. Look at the index that points to the picture.
"The cat's pretty, isn't it, sister. Her hair is long, hihihi!" my sister said laughing. "Kayak daughter," he cetusus instantaneously.
"Hehehe!" I also replied to my sister. Today in this dark house we both went back to chatting cheerfully.
My sister and I spontaneously forgot what happened to each of us. "Sister, I like to look at pictures of animals" he said. Glancing at me."Because I like the color a lot" he continued.
I raised an eyebrow in a gesture of giving an answer to my sister's words. "If you don't" I replied indifferently.
"Son't pande draw, hahaha!" connect my sister with a laugh. "I once opened Big Brother's bag quietly. Picture Brother ugly all, hahaha!" he continued to laugh more. "There's a value of six, there's a value of seven, hihihi!" he continued with a soft laugh.
I immediately widened my eyes. "So, you saw everything?" I was mixed with shame.
"Yes" he answered without feeling guilty.
"You're Ana me... ." I directly hung up my words and threw a gaze to the left side covering my embarrassed face.
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