Wingless Butterfly

CHAPTER 1 AN UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD

Family is where we live together, which consists of Father, Mother, Brother and Sister. Family is where we pour out love and where we complain about the problems of life. Family is our main goal to live peacefully together.

Not all children in this world are born with a complete and harmonious family. There are some children who are not lucky, one of them is the children of divorce victims of their parents.

Many of them feel their lives are abandoned, so many choose to live on the streets. For example being a busker, beggar, hawker. On the other hand, there is also a wrong step into free association. Suppose you fall into drugs, **** free, and so forth.

Never blame them. They are only victims of the selfishness of their parents. They are just the wrong path because there is no role for both parents on the side. If they could choose, they might never want to be born into a divorced family.

Call me RISSA, I was one of the children of my parents' divorce victims. I was a 7-month-old baby. You can imagine an age where it should be enough for me to get the love of my parents, on the contrary I lost everything. From this I felt that my right to happiness was instantly destroyed.

I grew up without the full affection of both my parents. All my life I've never felt the warm caresses of my own two parents. Honestly, I was hungry for affection and I could only mourn him alone.

The childhood that was supposed to be the most beautiful time was just the opposite I got. A very sad childhood. Maybe I don't even want to remember it. There are a lot of bitter memories in it.

I didn't have a single picture of my childhood family, there wasn't the slightest trace of happiness memory I could keep to this day.

The saddest thing for me is that since I was a child I have felt the financial shortcomings. This makes me different from the other kids.

Like a nightmare, my father never thought I was in this world. Since the divorce, my father has been out of hand and does not want to pay for my life. He is busy with his own business. He is also busy with his new family. Maybe he already thinks I'm not in this world.

To eat our daily Granny and Grandpa who are struggling to make a living. Because after the divorce, my mother lived in my grandmother's house. Because my grandmother was the only hope that Mom could help us.

What I always remember from my mother's story, that day approached Lebaran Eid al-Fitr. My mom wanted me to have decent clothes like the other kids. Until in the end I was desperate to borrow money from Rentenir (The person who lent money). From the loan money, Mom finally bought me clothes like Cinderella. At that time the clothes were in trend and many children of my age wear.

Mom said, "You're so pretty wearing that pink dress dear Rissa. "

I was one year old, because the economic demands made my mother have to marry again. But at a very young age, my grandmother forbade me to go with my Mother and Friends Father. So that I was treated by my Grandmother with limitations that exist.

Until one day I fell ill, very sick. I was diagnosed with Tipes and Liver Infection. This news reached my mother, and she finally came to see me. Looking at me who was just lying on the bed, she was very sad.

I who was one year old just kept glued, while shedding tears.

Mom said again, "kangen mom, son ?"

I nodded at that time too.

Mom hugged me tightly because she felt guilty for leaving me to live with my Grandma and Grandpa. Which mother would have seen her son sick like this.

Finally I was admitted to the hospital for a few days and with the good treatment of the Doctor I was declared cured. I'm allowed to go home.

Since then, my Mom and Dad have been living in my Grandma's house. Actually, my Welcome Father thinks of me like his own son. He loves me as much as his own son.

The day changed until finally Mother became pregnant from the results of marriage with my Friend's Father. I have two sisters, all girls. Although we are different Father, but I really love my two sisters like my siblings. My sisters, too, love me.

Although now the economy has helped Dad connect, it is still not enough because Dad continued to work as a building porters whose work was not settled. Mother who must always be smart to rotate finances to cover up when my Friend's father does not work. No wonder at that time Mom always owed me back and forth when my Friends Dad didn't work.

For us we can eat rice without side dishes already grateful. I cried when the three of us, Me and My Two Sisters were really hungry and Dad Connect did not work. Mother only has 1 pack of instant noodles that we are forced to split three without rice. Although only a little but at least enough to fill the emptiness of our rumbling stomach. Because for us to share it was beautiful, and uhung-uzzya Mother who was forced to endure hunger every day.

It was so sliced into this niche, when we saw our friends enjoying delicious meals. We could only gulp at least so we could feel it too. Tears that always flow because of hunger, will be a silent witness and always remembered at any time.

Our family is far from enough and can be said to be very lacking. But one of our principles, even though we are poor and lacking, is to refuse to beg. It is better that we die of hunger than that we live by begging let alone taking the property of others.

I was willing to exchange my life and my life, as long as I could exchange it for a decent life for my brothers and my family. That's one promise I'll make someday, a promise to make my family happy.

Let all these shortcomings that I experience become my memories in the future. I will tell my grandchildren that they will always be grateful for what they have.

This Unhappy Childhood has always been a memory and self-introspection to become better and meaningful for others. I will continue to fight because the results will never betray an effort. Trust me, God is with his servant who always prays to him.