a bitter life that is happy

01

I used to be a very cheerful and happy child.

I always feel good because I never feel alone.

There's my sister and my maid.

But behind it all I have a deep sadness.

Because I very rarely feel the caresses and warm hugs of parents.

Because my dad is busy working and my mom is busy with her socialite friends.

One day my sister decided to go to college outside the city.

And my older brother chose to work away from home.

The happy life I had began to disappear.

That's where I started as a rebel and I was beaten by my mother a lot.

*Dela: ma, I no longer want to use a maid. I have smp. I am ashamed of every friend here I always bully spoiled children*.

Mama: if you do not want to be taken care of by a maid, then who wants to take care of you. do not feel now you have grown up yes. (with a tone of anger and yelling ).

Dela: You know there is a mama.trus for if there is a maid if there is a mama. Mama should take care of me. Not go socialite with mama's friends who are rich people.

Mama: You're the same old man started to be rude huh. (hands slapped my face).

Dela: (* entered the room and cried) anyway I do not want to kayak gini continue. I have to start looking for my own identity***.

That was where I began to find my own identity and the beginning of the bitter life that I felt as a result of my short thinking.

I started to go the wrong way and get together with friends who are not real.