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it was noon when I arrived home, as usual I was greeted by my mother Mia while holding her second daughter who was 5 months old, as usual, I really love my nephew who has round eyes and curly hair and white skin, just like the color of my sister-in-law's skin, different from mbak mia who has brown skin

"have gone home deck, how does it feel on your first day of school, no way now you have smp, have you been able to cement yet??? "i was asked questions by Mia did not forget the smile that expands to welcome me home

" yes mbak just came home, tired of the hot weather, thank God I already got friends, I entered ya mbak" I answered while opening the door, mbak Mia just nodded her head while passing away to her house

"assalamu'alaikum" I did not forget to say hello even though I know there is no one at home remembering my mother and brother in the field, at least I always remember the religious lessons taught to me in the place of teaching

today at 12:30 am I arrived at home still, directly behind to take ablution and do dzuhur prayer

finished praying I went straight to the kitchen to eat lunch because the worms in my stomach had been protesting for fill, even if only with vegetables sober without side dishes I am still grateful because there are still many out there who can not eat even have no place to stay, he said,continuing to do homework cleaning and sweeping the house is my routine from childhood at least able to help ease the work of mother

still vividly remembered when the abuse and humiliation of my best friend's parents who did not allow her to be friends with me because of my circumstances are considered poor by them

"why you go home the same ayu, how many times have you not tried the same friend ayu, he is a child of the poor, most later you are used to him, understand you are neli" said his aunt and uncle when he met on the street after school, my gentle and kind friend can only shed tears when dragged by his aunt and uncle who picked him up

I know what my best friend's life is like, she's the son of her parents' divorce victim, the father was just a poor man from a neighboring village while his mother was the first child of a rich man in my village,his grandfather who I used to call uwak has a friendly and kind character to like children, while the wife has a soft word but dear has a proud attitude as well as the aunt and uncle are arrogant and talk rude, he said, for them neli must be kept away from children like me because it has a bad impact because of the poverty of my parents

I just smiled considering all their treatment of me, because I was not like that even though I was a poor child at least I had above average intelligence so it was easier for me to get along wherever I was

for example today, although I was a little upset about having to sunbathe in the school field waiting for the class division I already had friends, I had friends, yes even though he is a man but at least he is nice to talk to although a little chatty it seems like he has a soft and friendly personality, and I unconsciously smiled considering the silly man, he said, yes, he was my first friend in this first-rate school.