What If I'm Not Good Just

Casey

From many things I learned, learning to care for my children, not to restrict strictly, whatever makes them happy, but there are rules and restrictions that I make. Make their phone, I also check, whatever they open.

My past mistakes have taught me a lot. No parent is perfect, but what makes our childhood bad, let us not repeat to our children.

When I don't have activities, can't rent comic books anymore, all I do is close my eyes during the day, don't sleep, sometimes just cry, sob, nothing else makes me happy, even a little bit.

" Cas...., I rented a comic last night, good story," said Elsa.

" What's Sa, borrow dong".

" Your mother, you are not allowed to take care of me, ", said Elsa.

" Now all in the cut, it feels sad, "said Casey.

" Your mama rules are creepy, I'm just not banned, high-achieving children, very demanded" said Elsa.

I studied as usual and at home I returned often pensive, because my activities no longer exist.Until now, there is no electronic media, no mobile phone .

The book rental in the city where I live is also only 3 places. All have been banned from my mother, renting books to me. Even read the hit stories of his era can no longer. from the story of doraemon, as high as the sky and stars, sailor moon, detective conan, can no longer .

" Can't borrow Cas's comic? " ask Elsa.

" Yup, by fate, tired of Sa at home."

" Your mother has nothing, just make the child down," said Elsa.

" Well, it's hard to live my life, Sa".

" Banget,..., if it is found that I guarantee the comic to you, the same rampage as me and aduin I name me , it can be bad, ", said Elsa.

" Yes Sa, don't be ."

Jonny's sister Maya likes to buy comic books, she's the one who lent me, her book .

He moved to his grandmother's house, because of his parents' divorce, he once did an act to end his life, but was helped. Since then she has been living in her grandmother's house and I've been friends with her.She's a really nice girl. fell asleep in her room, read her book she allowed . But about the problem, he never told me, we were friends for what it was.

When his father remarried, I could see, the fragility of his life .It turns out we are the same, the same victims from parents. The difference is that he is a child loved by his parents, making him unable to accept the divorce, his soul is empty and his sad gaze is very deep .

She and I, going to school is always the same, going home too. He is very good, even until now we are friends . He became a teacher at SMP.Maya very smart math lesson .

" Cas, we go home the same as yahhh," Maya said

" Yes, brother, " said I.

The motivation for his life was lost, even when his father lectured him, he became wayward and played, and did not finish college. The fall wake up is just a glimpse I heard from his family.

Maya in Junior High School and High School made my world not despair.When my parents distinguish me and my other brothers, I have started to ignore and accept fate.I just often pray, I just often pray, I hope I'm happier than I am now.

" There's bread Cas, eaten, my grandmother bought it ."

" Thank you, sister" I also received a gift of bread from Maya.

Sometimes we as parents think, buy something, take children to a beautiful place, can make them happy.

In fact we only make it a momentary happiness.It is only temporary. All they need is our presence.

The daily place of the child tells whatever he is going through, where he pours out his heart, where children can pour out their feelings.

Being a parent as well as being a child's friend requires good understanding and cooperation.

At the end of this , I feel tired, it feels like all sick.The world is starting to issue complicated scenario scenarios.

Can I take a break?at least until my shoulders are strong enough!. At least I'm strong to endure any suffering, at least my feet can walk properly.

" Cas ,PR you're a lot well, " asked Maya.

" Here brother teach ".

Maya also taught me mate, she's a master mate.

" Big brother is very good mate, salute Cas".

" Do you know Cas ? ".

" It's brother ."

" Steady, easy geometry really, the key that you teach ".

" Yes, brother, sorted out ".

" When is the exam Cas? ".

" The day after ".

" Tomorrow we practice again, Cas ".

" Thank you, brother, to be taught."

" No problem Cas," said Maya smiling.

I do not ask for a way back, I just need a short rest, so that my breath can rhythmic, as tired without giving up.By tired, but never give up. Rest assured, God's scenario will be beautiful in time.

Casey, that's my name.The name that markets.My name means valiant and brave.

Actually I am not as brave as my name means, but I like to pray, near my house, if I am sad, then I go to a place of prayer, I go to a place of prayer, there is Mary's cave that has long been built, I pray, sometimes cry. Sometimes when there are funny events that I experience, I can laugh also when praying.Polisnya my heart at that time. Without being able to tell anyone, I went through what it was like .

At the time of SD, I was the best to see Badul's parents, if talking really high, the plane could just hit with the talk of the Badun's mami.Especially if not do not talk about his smart son, the plane can only be hit with the talk of the Badun's mami,though his 2 other alley children are classified as idiots, just talk is not straight. That is, as the ants across the sea appear, the elephant in the eye is not visible. She was happy that I was beaten by my father because of his son's care, if my grades were not good.Imagine it , dancing on the suffering of other children. And my papa is also a prestigious person, can not accept his son under any circumstances, often demands more on the child.And I was always beaten with a belt and twigs of plants.

" Your value is red, Cas? ".

" My son's value is good lohhh ".

I stared intently at Mama Badul's eyes, resisting fearlessness. I just go and wipe my tears .

In the past, watching videos was great. In the neighborhood where I live, only a few have television . That day, the television was great. My brother and I watched people's houses.

Badul family often play Chinese films, colossal films, ultramen films, robocop films, want to watch yes sitting on the floor, sitting must be silent.If the Badul turn off the television in the middle of watching ,well, what to say, me and the other kids are coming home. That's how people are, arrogant, he never scolded his son the Badul do so to the person watching.Papa Badul the person is good, but hard to talk , because mama the Badul like a hungry lion mother. Papa Badul gave up a lot.

" When does it spin, Sei 10? ", ask a child.

" So morning, " replied Mama Badul with her dog.

" Have just watched," said Badul, the same pogahan with his mama.

" The wheel kept turning, " said one mother and left the crowd watching at Badul's house.

I smiled with honesty from my mother. Kids like me can fight, not be polite, fight parents. It will be my mom and dad. So if whatever the word says, well I have a round mouth, cry for sure , but want what else.If my age, it is definitely Padri war, hehehe .

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