Wrongfully

Chapter 1

there was nothing wrong when I was raised by my mother alone when my father went wandering.

all normal, I used to be a cheerful child, the most ferminim.

hobby doll, like to reflect, chatty, dancing.

even my ideals at that time were model , being a princess, or something else related to beauty.

I'm very happy.

but I'm sad my cousin is going to school.

at a young age I didn't know what school was, but when my mom told me about it .

told me there are a lot of friends, I'm very excited and want to go to school too.

although actually my age is not enough but I want to have friends.

one cousin of mine has been happy, what else if a lot...

turned out right...

all the same age as me and my cousin.

I'm so excited.

however, it was like a flower garden that became a storm.

all the joy in my heart was gone.

I have a different class than my cousin...

I don't know what to do, my mind is empty.

when you want to be close to others, hoping to have many friends.even there I was removed.

their eyes are so scary.

i'mfrightened.

I changed completely. I was a lot of moody.

school wasn't as fun at home or in my parents' eyes.

no one wants to be friends with me.

the teacher was angry because I was picking on friends.

I want to go home.

they stayed away from me but when the teacher came he said I was staying away from them.

following day...

I don't want to go to school...

mama was surprised, the cheerful me turned moody every day.

at school, I was always next to my cousin.

I even went to my cousin's class.

but there I was even said spoiled .

I wish in my cousin's class that he would play with me, but it makes no difference.

doll , puzzle , lego , drawing or something else.There my ideals grew to become a painter and architect.

it turns out that playing alone is fun too...

they confronted me as a loner.

my shit increased ...

I suck at lessons, even if I mean it, even if my capture is very slow.

I'm done tk who can't read iqra, while the others are already tamant of the Koran.

tk that's not fun my bang.

I hate him so much.

I've always been separated from my cousin because he's a boy and I'm a girl.

what else as the march goes on.

I'm so scared.

I was looking for my cousin but he was with other friends.

I then walked out of the parade to see my mother.

I said I was spoiled and didn't want to be friends.

very stupid, the important thing is that I am not with them.

SD continues to.

I suck at making friends or studying.

just drawing my only highest value.

there papa comes home and is always angry if he meets me.

when I saw papa, the man was creepy.I was afraid of men, but different from my grandfather and cousin.

I was told to be quiet, lazy, crying all the bad stuff was shown to me.

one day I was compared to his brother's son or his sister.

I was so afraid to be at home or at school.

the only fun thing is to go to the village on Sundays.

that waiting day is not enough.

I even asked to transfer schools to my cousin's.

but not allowed, later it will even be like TK...

SD is more terrible there is a good, but evil is the most.

it seems like my trauma was with manly starting from SD. They always mocked me

traumatized friends, traumatized teachers.

my only encouragement was Sunday, drawing and dolls.