The Struggle of a Child
my circumstances
After all these years I went to school. I just feel the pleasure of fun like school and play.Although not appropriate children in general.My joy must run according to what my father wants.
Sometimes I feel sad when I see my father who is so pro to my sister and con to me. My father probably taught me to be a more disciplined child. Plus there are people out there who are after me.If my father remembers my past slides.There are some people who want to take me from my father without his knowledge.
I sat next to my father and looked at my sister who went to play at her young age. "Dad, Liyan really wants to go play, this is Daddy!" I plead to my father with my spoiled voice."No, son, you'll be lost out there! Where are you going to look for you?!Where, will you ask about you? If you don't go home!" While wearing shoes.I immediately undo my intention to say next.
But today is when I enter my third year. New school year! It was only natural that I would be one of the luckiest and happiest children. Because I have been living my education without obstacles for two years.However, again luck does not side with me.My cheerful childhood has been seized by the pain I suffered.
For years I felt what I never imagined.The pain I was going through was so painful.
Crying groans that only I can now feel.The groaning creak can only be overflowing in my heart.My beautiful little time is now no longer able to enjoy freely.
Just wanted my father to want to see a little smile on my little face.Today must swallow a bitter pill by looking at my pain that never healed. Every time my parents had to fight for my recovery. Desperation almost took hold of my weak father. His tired eyes that always accompany him every day to make a living. Now I have to move on by seeing my helpless state.Fear in him of myself becoming his friend.
The smile that was so rarely seen on his face was now thinning.The optimism of myself was increasingly disappearing.Today only sadness was in his mind, tears could only be shed in his heart. Meanwhile, my condition is getting less and less day by day.
The more days my tiny body is getting weaker.Laughter cheerful smile that used to decorate my innocent face is now gone like swallowed by the earth. My plain face is getting more and more pale. Only my spirit can be used to strengthen myself.
The morning walk I enjoy every day. If I go to school now I never feel again.People who cross every morning I see that coloring my path is now no longer visible.My days now I spend only in the house.All day, all day long,every minute and time just a blank stare that I can emit.Not again I hear the boisterous sound of laughter of school children.In fact, to see the sky alone I have to need a struggle.
The sun that shone in the morning that accompanied me is now away from me. With all the efforts I have gone through.All the deceit has been sought my father for my recovery. What he can do. He did it with all his heart. As long as his tiredness paid off with my recovery.
Face tired because tired of work is now increasingly visible heavy load.Sturdy shoulders can support everything now began to look collapsed .His tired eyes now begin to dim.Slowly look like buried leaves are withered.
The smile that had always been carved on his lips now started to shrivel. In my grief. Makes my heart grimace in remembrance of all. My old health. It just disappeared. Making my future full of question marks. Till when? I have to bear all this burden.Not to mention my school should be able to neutralize with my health condition.My poor self must face all this.He came to me without asking and was so reluctant to leave my body. The more days he's showing who he is? And who am I? I was a weak and helpless human child.He was so strong that he perched on my body so comfortable to linger.
Clocks clockwise that always sounded in my ears.Sometimes wake me from my long thoughts that continue to hope.When can I recover? The days I remember all the time go by. Even a minute, erasing the trail of my steps that were optimistic about my recovery. My eyes don't seem to be closed in remembrance of tomorrow! Ls it? I can heal as before. I thought I was floating on the bed, remembering as if the time I had been through was cheerful and laughing.
"Yes, my son is sick.I've brought him to treatment here and there! But I did not find the maximum results that can make my heart relieved.I was confused, where else I brought my son to seek treatment.
My father stared softly at the empty vacuum.
My father occasionally saw me who was weak.Sitting beside me while stroking my head gently.I who lay weakly powerless sometimes see the soft face of my father who looked at me weakly with clinging. His deep breathing seemed to indicate a state of frustration.Sometimes, I talk to my father who wants to release my saturation in the house for too long.
"Dad, will Liyan go to school tomorrow."My father stared sadly."Son, how can you go to school tomorrow. Meanwhile, code you again like this!"My father looked at me with a sad face."Dad was so eager to see you school boy, but what can we do. All the efforts we have made for your healing, but God still wills others, son! In fact, even your teachers do not allow you to go to school.They refuse, son! You go to school.They told me the same Dad, wait for you to recover just entered school.
"But Dad, sometimes Liyan is, cured." My father kept saying give me a look."He, my son knows but it will heal you it does not last long. So, how? Maybe you can go to school. My father kept me. Sitting next to me.
My situation up and down was so alarming. When my spirit grows. My faith looks so strong. However, when, my expectations do not match reality. I too, could not neutralize all my condition.My hope that had been awakened was now shattered.
My desire is now so messy.Ten crashing everything without rest.Count of days that continue to run makes my body ask, when? I will be able to do activities as before. My legs that have started to droop wither.Natah, when? Last time I set my foot on the ground.
My sister's boisterous laughter is getting more and more day by day. The more I heard no more, the night and day I did not know. When will it arrive? It was just a dark shadow that I saw in every room. Moving frenziedly in the silence that wrapped my tiny body.
The lush trees in the school are now no longer visible to my two beautiful eyeballs.The long curve of the highway is now lost in the wind.The cold morning wind no longer touches my body.My white skin is now not again exposed to sunlight.
Comfortable school bench is no longer addressed by me.My desk that I often use to write is no longer touched by my small fingers.My uniform is now neatly stored in its place.My school equipment and my bag hangs neatly.Smiling on a sturdy nail staring at me.
My game friends at home sometimes come just to greet me who is lying helpless.My classmates come to see my weak condition and ask me news, my friends are, when will I get well and go to school again? My bed every day I fill it with my deep sleep.My weak body is never absent to rest.
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