The Struggle of a Child
Find clothes
"Tomorrow will not be able to" said my sister.
"Why?" my many.
"Yes like that, brother," replied my brother briefly.
The initial intention of entering into our father's room to find clothes we still run. "Sister, that's his shirt!" my sister said, pointing at the slightly dark corner of the closet.
"That's what you pointed at, isn't it?" my many.
"Yes, sister" replied my sister. Stand by and watch what he finds.
"Ana, it's probably Dad's clothes, Dik," I said, glancing at him.
"Sister, let's go get it!" my sister is excited.
Kreeek !
The package dragged my sister out of hiding. The package also makes me gap and dumbfounded.
"Sik, there's a lot of clothes" I said, gawking at the wrapped clothes.
"Yes, now we open. Whose clothes are these?" ask my sister curious.
My little brother's curious hand opened the plastic we just found.
"Sister, here's the shirt... ." My sister fell silent looking at him and reflexively glanced at me who was shocked.
"This is Mom's shirt" I said, looking at her clothes. "But why here?" I was confused, seeing a lot of clothes.
"Where do I know Brother" replied my sister.
The clothes we found were now answered and looked at in front of both of us.
"Sister, but it's good that it's Brother's mother's outfit" she said.
"Why?" my many.
"Yes, it means that his beloved mother is willing to leave. Aye, right?" my sister asked me a question.
My pale little mouth closed. I kept seeing my sister who was very happy with the package of clothes she found.
"If you leave, surely she won't come back?!" I said slowly mixed.
My sister's happy face. "Why then, brother?" ask my sister to know. " 'It's good that we're not getting angry anymore" my sister added happily, staring fixedly at the stumped package of clothes.
It was very sad when it happened. The mother who had been accompanying us was now leaving.
"Don't you miss him later?" ask my sister.
My sister's facial reflex is a little gawking at it. "Why should I miss?" ask sister.
"Because I've been living here for so long" I replied with a sad face, looking at the package of clothes.
"Sister, but he's bad. He likes to get angry. His favorite mother, the brother, also did not like the same brother," explained my sister.
For a moment I was silent as I thought about what my sister said that she felt like an adult.
"But if Mom leaves. We don't have any friends at home" I said, looking out the window of our father's high room.
" 'And Dad came home quickly, brother," replied my sister. Stand in front of the shirt.
Hearing the talk of my brother who is all easy and considers everything easily even makes him easily say.
"So, we're good, brother. If we want to play no one forbids," said my sister glad to raise her eyebrows.
"Ana, why do you just want to play?" I was so surprised to see my sister.
He seemed to not hear my words. "Sister, I'm a kid," he pouted. "That's why I want to go out playing. My time at home. 'You're not good. Not to mention my toys are held by Dad," my sister regretted, seeing her toys are lying on top of the closet.
This makes me sad too. Remembering children our age actually have to be happy and enjoy childhood cheerfully. Moreover, we have to play with friends who have been part of our lives.
"If you're locked up at home, when will you?" ask my sister back in a clean light.
"But, Sister. I won't be keeping us here long!" I answered encouraging my sister.
The pile of clothes he had just pulled was now looking at half-heartedly. The face is tangled because during school holidays never in love to play makes it more like depression.
"Son, don't lie, brother," I said, looking at my sister standing next to me. "Dad locked us in that house because there are a lot of bad people out there" I explained.
"At home there are bad people" my sister said, glancing at me.
The deg!
I was so shocked to hear those words back. Highlight my eyes instantly dimmed without a second thought my sister lightly said that to me.
"So, you're still saying that Big Brother is bad?" my question, looking at my sister.
He was silent as he pushed the clothes back inside. "Sister, I don't say bad brother, really," said my sister, staring up at my father's closet.
However, the two glances of my eyes still continued to look at my sister who was throwing her face away from me.
"So don't accuse me" said my brother.
"Who's accusing you, brother?" my question is, turning my body to see my sister coming out.
"That was just what Brother said," my sister continued, looking at me.
My head is getting dizzy looking at my sister who always thinks like that. Every moment was all he could say.
" 'Sister doesn't love me either. Brother is only dear to his beloved mother Brother, that's all," alluded to my sister.
"Ana, you're wrong, brother," I said.
"What's wrong?" my sister grumbled, looking at me with a slack.
Since the events that often happened between me and my sister so, she often misunderstood me.
"If you say Big Brother is evil" I said, looking at my sister standing in the window of our room.
He just stood there staring out the window at the children passing through our yard to play.
"Sister, look at them. They're good at playing, '" my sister yelled excitedly at me. "Sister, they're good at love to play" my sister lamented.
"Tomorrow we say the same Dad. If we play out," ask me, persuade him.
"How is it, brother? I don't know" my sister asked me a question.
"Yes, we say we're bored at home" I said. Standing next to my sister.
"I think we should be honest with Dad. You must be loved by Father, Brother," my brother wished, to see those who laugh.
The longer my father will be the better, I thought. He will give us permission to play.
"Son, it's good to be in their game" said my poor sister.
I continued to stand with my sister and looked at those who were engrossed in their holidays.
"If you want we can just play at home, sir," I suggested.
"Want to Brother. Where good to play at home," replied my sister. "Even if you know. You must be angry, brother?!" continued.
Everything made me give up and get confused. I don't know what would make my sister not talk much.
Almost all the time he was raving and complaining about the bad guys.
"From the moment we see them playing. Mending we just play here so we don't get quiet," I suggested, looking at the closed room curtains.
My sister felt a bit of sadness as well. "Sound why Brother ?" ask sister.
"We don't have a mother, Sister," I replied directly.
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