This is My Life

My family started to move to Java Island when I was three years old, I was in Aceh before. My dad got a job so we moved there. In the first year, my dad could reach high salary in his office and my family was in wealth condition. It was the trigger of the tragedy.

My father was blinded by money. I know he is a strange and weird guy. But, as a child, in the younger age I have known which side was right or wrong. He often came home late, sometime he came home at dawn, when we slept. Alcohol smelled from his mouth. He drunk. I was seven years old at that time and "drunk" be a new word in my mind when my mother asked him what happened to him that night.

The dispute between my mom and dad always been heard almost every single night. I covered my ears with my pillow. I wanted to scream, I cried, my bed was wet every night they shouted each other. The day getting worst when my mom knew he gambled, spend our money and bought much alcohol. My sisters cried too, we hugged and cried together in my room. My dad never spent his holiday at home, I seldom saw him get along with his children. Some time when he yelled at us and lashed us with his waistband if I and my sisters made some noise.

One night, after my mom and dad having high words, she came to my room and cried. My sisters hugged her, between her cry she told us that she wanted to divorce. She wanted to took us to Aceh, to her homeland where her big family stay. It's happened when I was in third year of elementary school. Have you ever been in this suck condition? when you were asked to buy some paper to write divorce proposal and see your parent in really bad face? My step to the shop was in heaviest step I've ever done. Really glad, they canceled it. Though, my mom still cried in her pray.

Everyone has their own tragedy in their life, when everything feels so absurd and empty. But I hope you enjoy your life deeply.

My mom, the woman I love so much. No one can compare her. My inspiration of life, she teaches me countless tricks how to face life wisely. She gained much pain in her life. One time, in the middle of the night, my sister woke me up and started to cry. She told me mom was missing. I was panicked. I was going outside and saw my dad standing in front of my house. He asked me to take my mom home, he said that my mom was on the beach near our house. I kept my tears not to falling away and ran to the beach. I saw her sat wore her long white dress, underneath the moonlight, I heard her crying. The sky showed strange color that night, I hugged her and brought her back.

When I was in the first year on my junior high school, My dad was moved for his job. He moved to Bali while me and rest of family stayed at Java. That was a darkest age in my life when my dad never sent his salary to us and I had to sell some jelly in my school so I could get some money. My mom always ask us to pray for our family, me and my brother and sister always keep ourselves armed with patience. We lived our life without regrets and passed the day after day till my dad came home and told us that he was moved again to Aceh.

My mom was really glad. And we thought that we will never suffer from his bad behavior because in Aceh we have a lot of my mom family, so they might give him one or two advice to change his attitude. The first year, we passed peacefully. I never saw him came home with drunk face and gamble again. Till one night, He came home lately, knocked the door loudly. I was feeling so uneasy and I was right. He drunk again.

Yup, that night was a scary night ever. He throwed some glass and plates, My neighbor came to see what happened in my house, It was embarrassing. My sisters cried the whole night.

Thank's god. That was the last time my dad did stupid things. He changed his attitude and behave to what their family wanted. I don't know how could but I think something has knocked his heart. I never saw him drunk again, he always come home early and spend his time more than he did. I know my mom did hurt so bad because of him but she already forgave for all his fault. My brother and sisters grew up like another person, but their minds were older and much more wise than another teens. It's OK, because I surely know that the tragedy in my family has change all of us, to be a better person. And I dare to say that I am the luckiest person in the world who learned life straight from my family.