Happiness Starts with Sadness

happiness begins with sadness

When I was 5 years old, the age should be happy because I was in the stage of development was wrong. I even saw and experienced how bitter life is from birth to 5 years of age where we are given affection by a mother instead I can't get it, I was taken care of by my older brother until he was considered like my own mother. I didn't even know she was my mother, she was so busy working that she couldn't take care of her own child. Until I asked which one is actually my mom ??

When I was 8 years old I started to know which one was my real mom, it turned out that all this time I considered her mom was my sister. But still I never feel the affection of a mother, sometimes Hiri always see a cousin who is spoiled by her mother but why do I not get it?, Hiri?, my age is finally older brother who has been like a mother who I think he married and I really feel alone oh yes at that time I already have 2 younger brothers men and 1 big brother, they just like not feeling the name affection. Because my mom always leaves, no matter what is out there.

When I was 10 years old, I felt like I was so grown up that I had to take care of my little sister. One day I heard the story of a neighbor who was talking about my parents honestly in a very sad, embarrassed, disappointed heart. "What the hell does Mom want??" Crying was all I could do wanted me to tell this story to brother but I was scared.

One night that Friday night I saw a man in my mama's room I could only shut up and hide it from my family, not just once I saw it but many times but I was reluctant to tell who I was because I was so scared. Afraid there will be a commotion between mom and dad, during this time the father of work died to the family in order to eat like everyone else. That's why I kept everything I've seen.

And it turns out that all this time mama has been the talk of citizens, until someone asked me how my mother behaved but I was reluctant to answer her. Meeting again on Friday night and again I saw the man wanted me to scream but I was scared, and it turned out that my older brother knew it too. Turned ??? '" my brother has complained this father "at first he did not believe that somehow arrived the father came home from the forest on Friday night as well because om and brother called the father to go home. But the man first came home before the father nyampe home.

The next day my father asked me this but I chose not to know because I was afraid there was a fight and a commotion especially I did not want them to separate. Before long the father at home then the father left again to work in the forest, happy to hear the word father because "the father said there was money to shop for me ", just ask the mother yes son, "yes, my heart is working".

The next day I asked for pocket money with my mom but always the answer was no money, whereas all this time I always heard my dad send money trus but why every time we asked there was no??. it turns out that my suspicions have been true that the money you gave to us his son mama bought a cigarette for the man, I quietly investigated it turned out that the money you used for CHEATINGKUHAN mama. Really too all this time our children have never been noticed let alone given pocket money.

Every night mama sleeps at home and comes home at dawn I know it and pura do not know, when Friday night came an animal I did not know what the name of the animal was but the animal only came on Friday night in succession, when there was a bad feeling that night it turned out that I saw the affair mama hid under the bed with the temple I did not see. And I also intentionally slept in my mother's room so that the man did not come out from under the bed.

The night was getting late 2 the father came and went straight into the squatting room facing under the bed and I saw blood splattered in the mosquito net, "Yes I saw the father crush the man". Rebuk makes me unable to say a word of shouting I can not, see the man out running through the kitchen, run through the, jump from a height and run to the forest of the father at that time looking for the man in the forest and I could only cry while hugging my sister at that time. And my mom was crying either real tears or just crocodile tears, all this time I was so fed up with my attitude and mama's nature but anyway she was still my mama.

The incident at home continued until the morning the father was very angry with the mother, and the mother could only remain silent until the father decided to divorce and the mother left the house with my sister at that time, bringing my sister, and I cried begging them not to part. But my mother chose to go to the man's house, and I told my older sister to send her back home with us but she refused to go back home, at that time my mother chose to take care of her affair.

And you are in prison because you have crushed someone, you are charged for 1 year and 5 months. What made me sick at that time turned out to be the case of my father entering the newspaper and I read that even "the drunk young man had crushed a pedestrian " . My heart is broken but I have to accept it. Once a month I visit my father there with his sister and husband. During my father's imprisonment, my mother became closer without any restrictions on her affair.

And I was always told to take care of my little sister's mama the way and of course to see the guy again, I think mama will change it turns out not.