mother without despair
The scorching sun burns the earth, it feels like all of the sun's heat energy spills onto the planet, whatever it is like not feeling hot or exhausted, he is busy putting his wares to the front of the room, in this room only 6 x 5 m he started the day of life by trade hoping today god loves us, making the room as a place to live as well as a place to earn a living.
The three of us lived very well, without any male figure called husbands or fathers for us, today is the day of the week where we can gather to devote love because the other 6 days are consumed by the busyness of each, busy mom looking for sustenance and taking care of us, younger brother is busy with school and demands his duties, while my time spent on school and work part time to help the burden of our lives, because after all the results of the trade will not be able to meet all the needs and necessities of life, maybe in this way I can show my love and respect to you mother, I just hope to be a dutiful child, a useful child for you because heaven is blessed by God is on the soles of your feet.
I am, growing up grown without intimate parenting is not an easy thing, but I also have to know myself I can not impose the will, though I can not hide the gaping wound in the niches of my heart like scalded vinegar scratched sharp knives every time I saw a kid chatting freely with their father, the pain that I felt too much when my birthday is never present a father has been 7 years lately.