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Small Family.

Like a circle, the destiny of life keeps on turning. My name is Reza, I'm the only child of a fairly well-off family. I have a mother who loves my family, I also have a father who is full of responsibility and meets all the needs of the family. I lived and was taught to take responsibility early on. Gifts and punishments were also given in return.

I also do not have grandiose ideals that are very high, do not have a hobby that is too deep too. However, that does not mean I'm indifferent and my life is monotonous, yes. From a young age, I loved playing ball. Know the ball, right. You know, if you don't know, I don't want to explain either. Why, just lazy.

With a ball that was the only gift from my mother and father, the four of us played together until the afternoon. We never dreamed of becoming a footballer when we grow up, we only want to play and spend time.

As soon as afternoon came, I went straight home. It must have been greeted with a loving scolding from the mother. How not to say, my body is full of mud, dirty clothes wear really, trus a lot of blisters here and there. Complete is not.

If from the mother I get a scolding dear, another song with the father who gave two thumbs up as if proud of his son dare to play dirty. When mom asked me to rebuke me, my dad said it didn't matter. If there is no wound, it is not a boy by name. The important thing is not to be very severe is the fall of the wound.

That's my childhood story, now it's all just a memory. I have to seriously live my day as a student. My ball playing time has become very, very reduced, very grateful once a week and that too if there is no PR from the teacher.

Doni, Adi, and Rizky often complain that the bigger the harder it is to play. I just smiled and told my three playmates. If I am too lazy to complain, I am the type of person who does what I am assigned. There's pr, yeah I'm working on it. If not, I repeat the lesson. You know, teacher now, really likes to hold an impromptu repetition.

One day my mother asked me. "Where's your school, son?" actually, almost every day I was asked like that, but this time my father was also present as if he wanted to hear the answer from me.

"His mother is serious, you answer me, he said, Re," said my mother, but she smiled faintly.

"He-he-he, sorry ma'am. Reza was just kidding. Everything is under control, ma'am. All the PR has been done, practical tasks have also been around just collected. No problem at all!" said seriously. If I keep joking around, my hair might be bald because it was pulled by my mother. That's why I only joke occasionally and have to look at the situation and conditions first. Pas not to joke.

"You'll be on your final exam soon, don't study too hard!" I nodded in agreement to my father's words. This is how he is, my father never forced anything.

"Yes your father said. I don't ask your children to achieve perfect grades, I just hope you graduate even with mediocre grades."

I laughed a little because of my mother's words. "Yes, mom. Reza has learned a long time ago. So most Reza just want to read a little later."

I was fortunate to be born to both very understanding parents like my father and mother. I don't expect much, I just want to live and make my parents happy in the future. No need to be rich or abundant money, I just need a happy laugh both. May God grant this little request.