Not many memories stored in my head the memory of a mother figure. probably because I almost never feel the love of a mother to me. from childhood I've learned to live independently. understand it, our family is not a harmonious family. father and mother are not together anymore since I was 5 years old, at least that's what I know from my grandmother. since then I spent a lot of time at grandma's house, also brother and sister. Sometimes my mother came grandmother's home once a month just brought a little money for shopping. It is also not for long. most an hour, he was gone. the reason being that my mother had to work to earn money for our living expenses. while my father, I do not know where my father. because since decided to part with mother, my father spent more time in the city without even ever visited us. so we practically did not communicate with my father.
Life without the biological parent I live until I step on the 6th grade. then suddenly my father came and asked me, brother and sister again. why, because we missed my father and wanted to treat us. grandmother was of agreed his proposal. after all, is an old grandmother, was often sick sickly. He seemed barely able to take care of us anymore. since then we stayed with my father in a city far from home grandmother is Bandung. and since then also we never again meet with mama.
Class 1 junior high school, my father send us school in Cirebon. because my father worry, life in big cities like Bandung bad impact on us. According to our hell wrote what my father said. although sometimes, I as a little boy critical, often protest.
Six years in Cirebon, though I like a man who lives alone, doing all his own, I bersukur my father put me here. Just imagine, with vulgar chaos of our lives, without affection of parents who complete, the association what will we face if we were allowed to go free without adequate given the science of religion.
Sometimes I'm sad by the number of children who plunged their lives with the negative things, like taking drugs on the grounds broken home, there is no affection at home. when they do it because they can not be creative and do something more positive.
Then what about my mother? if I forget him. the answer is of course not. my father taught us not to forget the mother. however my mother is someone who never gave birth to us. someone who had our breastfeeding until the age of 2 years. someone who had to willingly wake up middle of the night to just change a wet diaper because we ompolan. someone who never really worried when we are sick and are willing to reduce hours of sleep in order to keep our children. someone who always defend us when my father sometimes angry with our childist behavior.
Now, 18 years old I've stepped on. On the day of the mother who will soon come, there is one prayer that I prayed to the Lord wants. I wish God give health to my mother, a prosperous and happy life. wherever he is. I want to see my mom. I pleaded to God, someday I can reconcile with my mother. Because I want to once again feel the love.
Life without the biological parent I live until I step on the 6th grade. then suddenly my father came and asked me, brother and sister again. why, because we missed my father and wanted to treat us. grandmother was of agreed his proposal. after all, is an old grandmother, was often sick sickly. He seemed barely able to take care of us anymore. since then we stayed with my father in a city far from home grandmother is Bandung. and since then also we never again meet with mama.
Class 1 junior high school, my father send us school in Cirebon. because my father worry, life in big cities like Bandung bad impact on us. According to our hell wrote what my father said. although sometimes, I as a little boy critical, often protest.
Six years in Cirebon, though I like a man who lives alone, doing all his own, I bersukur my father put me here. Just imagine, with vulgar chaos of our lives, without affection of parents who complete, the association what will we face if we were allowed to go free without adequate given the science of religion.
Sometimes I'm sad by the number of children who plunged their lives with the negative things, like taking drugs on the grounds broken home, there is no affection at home. when they do it because they can not be creative and do something more positive.
Then what about my mother? if I forget him. the answer is of course not. my father taught us not to forget the mother. however my mother is someone who never gave birth to us. someone who had our breastfeeding until the age of 2 years. someone who had to willingly wake up middle of the night to just change a wet diaper because we ompolan. someone who never really worried when we are sick and are willing to reduce hours of sleep in order to keep our children. someone who always defend us when my father sometimes angry with our childist behavior.
Now, 18 years old I've stepped on. On the day of the mother who will soon come, there is one prayer that I prayed to the Lord wants. I wish God give health to my mother, a prosperous and happy life. wherever he is. I want to see my mom. I pleaded to God, someday I can reconcile with my mother. Because I want to once again feel the love.
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