A Real-Life Story.

19 years ago, an infant was being brought to the world by a pair of hands. The first time he do was to open his eyes, and starts crying. He was well-fed, of nutrients and food.

As time passed, he grew up. In the toddler stage, he learns to crawl, he learns to stand, he learns to walk, and he learns to talk. His parents, accompanied him throughout the whole process. You can imagine how merry was the scene.

At the age of 6, he was studying in a kindagarden called "Tadika Mestika". Remember being taught by Cikgu Azura, and surrounded by tons of admirers, that was a happy time too. He celebrated his birthday the first time in the class, with everyone wearing party cone hat. Someone took a photo of him, and through the picture, you can judge by his smile, how happy was him. His parent treated him as a prince, would do everything for him. He remembered he played with his father, sat on his waist, slept with him on the cold floor, back by back or even accompanied him throughout the night when he was scared. He even get praised when he did the right thing.

Things started to change, when the boy reaches the age of 7. His father was not as friendly as the past, started to scold him useless almost time he did the wrong thing. The time his father spent with him was getting lesser and lesser. The chance to have a short conversation was getting dimmer and dimmer. The father the boy knew, is not anyhow the person now. Fierce, talk with loud tone, hot-tempered, smoking heavily were what he possess when everyday flies away. The father he knew, had changed to a silhouette, that stood right in front of the door, every night.

The boy, who turns 13 in 2001, stepped into secondary school. He become somehow quiet and remained silent in the house. His mouth, was sealed. He doesn't want to talk to their parents, because the image of his parent, was not like this at all. He doesn't have any memorable moments with his father, except for wanting for money. Money stood between us. The only thing we can talk about, was money. Yet, the thing that almost destroyed his family, was money also. He remembered, his father argued with his mother badly. He as a children of both, suffered from the arguement. Hiding alone upstairs, shivering. He was helpless, he couldn't accept the fact that his parents were changed.

Until now, he has tried numerous times to accept the fact, but still unacceptable. And he is typing this story and puts a full-stop in this story.



( I got this inspiration throughout the time I observe my niece and my dad. My dad will always talk softly and gently to a baby, always played with her. He will sayang the baby until the sky falls down also dunno. My niece who was treated like a princess last time, now who is just only 5 years old, has been scolded numerous times "useless". This recalls my past. I somehow feel like fall down from heaven to hell in a blink of eye. He was like expecting a pampered kids will be thoughtful. For instance, a baby who was being protected by his parent, not to touch boiling water till the age of 5. He never know what boiling water is, and how boiling water feels like. But, his parent who always pamper him, expecting him to know what's boiling water and should not touch it. Not that I hate my dad(a bit), but just to express my pain. I do love him, and I also know he do love me very much, but the way he use, I hardly can accept. And I couldn't use my way to love him. )

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