the toughness of the eldest daughter

slowly like

The next day, I went to bed and washed my face, brushed my teeth and took out and tried to ride the bike we got last night...

and also today is Sunday...

I'm going to go on a bike and go to a friend's house and call them to ride a bike together...

vista, yoyo, siska, hendra we went around the house and the school..

incidentally the road at school has just been on the asphalt and a little decline so very engrossed in speedy cycling....

I remember my bike is bigger than my body, size 26" hahaha just imagine I ride a bike but can not sit on it because it is not until if I sit his feet can not pedal the bike.

so dare I piggyback on vista initially went well, after having fun suddenly the bike and I subconsciously wanted to stop the bike with a front brake.... Aaahhhgggggg sick we both fell into the gutter with an injured leg hand and also part*************pain jerked with a bicycle rod...the condition of the new bike that I use the brake is broken and only scuffed the trunk of the bike.

because of the pain I no longer rest and we rushed home.I accompanied my bike because I could not ride it at this time... at home I saw my mother sweeping the yard and I was afraid of being upset about damaging the bike.

but I try to be brave...

I'm home, but mom I just fell and my bike broke and broke.

my mother said how can you fall speed well bring his bike continues there are injuries not let immediately treated.then my mother cleaned my wounds and gave betadin a bit of no infection.

relieved I thought I would be angry and banned from playing bicycles again.

Then I was told to have breakfast and in nasehati next time do not play the speed bike and see the motorbike do not get hit later because it is dangerous.

I just said, Well, ma'am.

I who never get tired of playing invite my sister to come to play but my sister is very slow so it is very rare to invite her to play.

Stepfather...Is as people say. recently good later if you already know the old new attitude and true nature..

but my stepfather was very diligent at work, not too much of a talk, not grumpy, and also spoke in a low tone.

And my mom taught me to be more polite because I don't care so be a kid who knows you don't get in trouble.

My sister and I have known from childhood who our real father is then there is no other feeling or we feel depressed or any other disorder that has been caused by the divorce of parents iami...

There will be a time when we will prove to our real father that we without a living from him can also live with my mother's efforts..

I'm just like an ordinary child and my friends know that I have a stepfather and luckily there's nothing bully if I have a stepfather.

And gradually I got used to calling, joking or asking for money for snacks.

But we were never distinguished in his family even though we were his stepchildren.Their behavior was very warm and we liked them very much my stepmother's family.

But sometimes I miss my real father's figure a little bit, but we never met after that last day...

Dad. Are you thinking of us your son...