The Struggle of a Child
Look at the wall clock
"Liyan, didn't anyone pick up your mom earlier?" ask dad. Walked out, saw the two of us who were done.
"There, Dad," I answered, looking at my father standing at the door of the room, looking up at me and my brother.
My father's face immediately turned tired thinking about it. " An, where did your mother actually go?" ask dad. Staring in our direction.
Instantly his gloomy face immediately stared straight at."I thought of Liyan with your mother" said my father limp. Walk looking at the wall clock. I couldn't see the wall clock my father kept staring at.
"Ana, Dad," I said, looking at my sister who was showing off with her plate already empty. "See not ! My plate is empty" said my brother, showing the plate in front of me.
"Ana, you don't see Dad," I said, glancing slowly at my father gesturing to my sister.
"Why Dad, brother?" ask my sister, sip some water.
"Dad must be sad?!" I'm talking, staring at the back that's standing looking at the wall clock.
Drinking water continues to be gulped by my sister until it runs out. "Sister, you can't be sad" said my sister, putting down a glass. "Dad haven't seen that clock in a long time, Brother" he said.
We both looked at my father's back, who was standing by the wall clock. My father waited a long time for my mother's return. But, it turned out that his desire to wait was completely unrequited.
"Sister, maybe Dad told us to burn the clock" said my sister, walking up to my father a little.
I immediately smiled looking at my brother who was still innocent. "Ana, the clock is clean" I said.
"Not Brother," my sister denied, looking straight up at the wall.
"Liyan, what time did your mother leave?" ask dad. Stand looking at the wall clock.
"I don't know, Dad," I answered, looking at the door.
"Why don't you see Liyan's watch?" asked my father, still standing looking at the wall clock.
"Dad, I forgot," I replied regretfully, looking at my father's high back.
The look on my sister's face instantly turned sour pouting. He doesn't like hearing it so much. Sometimes he turned his back to my father.
"You Ana, do you know what, son? What time did your mother leave?" ask my father from behind my brother.
"Dad, I don't know. Why are you asking me, Dad?" asked my brother to answer, still turning his back to my father.
"Dad just wants to know, son," said my father. Standing in front of the wall clock, followed by both eyeballs glancing out.
Truly this house is silent without the sound of our continued mother who has been accompanying.
"If your mother goes this house must be quiet" my father replied, continuing to stare out.
"Yes, Dad," I continued, following my father looking out.
Instantly my sister immediately turned her body towards my father. "Dad," call my sister, pull my father's shirt.
My father's reflexes turned his head straight back. "Yes, son," said my father, looking at my spoiled sister.
"Dad, there's still me" my sister continued, looking at my restless father. "Dad, don't be afraid" he continued.
For a moment my father's heart melted hearing it. "Yes, Son. Dad won't be sad, anyway" my father replied, crouching down to look at my spoiled sister.
"Yes, Dad. We'll still be there" I said. Standing by to see my father and sister.
"Yes, son," said my father, calling me who was standing far away from him.
Soon I may come to approach my father. Standing near my sister. "Dad was so happy to have kids like you" said my father, holding me.
"Because we're the good boy, Dad," said my sister with her cute face.
"Yes Dad" I said.
"Eat him, Father's son don't be so rowdy, son!" my father said, stroking both of us in the head.
"But our father was a child" my sister said.
"Eat him, we fought a lot, Dad," I replied, looking at the wall clock.
"That means you don't want to listen to me" my father said with a crisp joke.
"It's not Dad, we're just playing, really," I replied slowly, looking at my father's happy face with his joy.
The wall clock hanging continuously clanking indicates the time keeps turning.
"Dad, if we had a fight, right at most just for a minute, really," I continued, looking at the wall clock and occasionally looking at the door.
"Yes, Son. But it's not good. Because you two are the best of Father's children" said my father, stroking my head gently.
"Yes, Dad" my sister continued. Cute sauce.
"Haha! Dad's son is always pretentious, grown up son," said my father laughing.
This made my sister even more embarrassed to hear it. Her cute long face looked red like a boiled crab.
"Dad, but I'd love to have a kid like us, hehehe!" i said, grin.
My father immediately hugged us both and still glanced at the occasional wall clock back.
"Yes, Son. 'You're funny kids. Fights, loves to play in the room, likes to be punished, yes," said my father teasing us both.
"One more Dad, likes to play dolls. But my Dottie," said my sister, looking down.
It was so sad when my sister came back hoping to ask for her toys. He could not see that his toys were separated for long.
"Who likes to play with dolls?" ask my dad to pretend he doesn't know.
My sister's face turned red and looked down at her little fingers that she turned.
"Liyan," called my father slowly, followed by looking at my sister silently.
"Yes Dad," I said, seeing my sister who pretended to be sad so that my father would return his beloved doll.
"Dad, I sleep every night there has to be my Dottie" said my sister, looking down sadly.
My father saw my sister. "So, from now on Father's son should be able to learn to sleep without the doll" said my father, looking at my sister's pouting face.
Remembering the wall clock that is still clinking and spinning makes my father more anxious because the day is getting late at night.
"Dad's still nervous, son. How's your mom out there, huh?" ask my dad, see the wall clock back. "What time is it, son! But your mother hasn't come home yet" my father continued, turning around and waking up.
"Dad, there will still be us" said my sister.
"Yes, Son. But 'Daddy thought of your mother, too" said my father.
"Dad, maybe Mama's got pickles in her family's house" I said. Stand up.
The wall clock was kept in view by my father who was still worried about our aunt who left without saying goodbye to my father. This is what makes my father anxious because since his departure this morning to make a living until tonight he has not seen our mother. Now I don't know what he's gonna tell everyone.
"Son, it's night now go into your room and go to sleep. But remember don't fight, yeah," asked my father, looking at the wall clock.
"Okay Dad," I said, seeing my sullen sister after hearing my father worry about my mother.
Now my brother is standing still, like a helpless statue.
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