Don't Have A Dream

I was sit in third grade of senior high school. Though I am poor but I was so lucky because my parents could send me up to the third grade. But all of that is not easy, I should willingly studied with many limitations and difficulties.

Unlike other friends which could focus on study, I have to divided my time and thoughts to study and help my parents. That way I can keep in school until graduation. Actually I want to like them but if I didn't work then there was no money for school fees. That is why I helped my parents.

I remember, when the second grade, I've had the sad experience. I remember exactly, that time I happened to be selected to follow the competition as representative of my school. Being the only representative of the school of course I'm very happy. But I'm also sad.
That time was a very embarrassing time in my life. Even my tears unable to be hold. For that competition, I had to wear a uniform. This is a problem, I do not have the required uniform.

"Mom, I need a batik uniform with black shoes for competition", I said that time ask for uniforms. "How could I buy uniform for you while I have no money to but some food", I remember exacly that sentence. I cried, "do not join the competition," said the mother.

I ended up borrowing to and fro. There is one friend who lent him a uniform but no one could lend me a black shoes. Finally, with very old shoes I was joining the competition.

It's rather large shoes, I have to wear socks that are wrapped with a cloth. The shape of the shoe is also already bad, the front was already torn. With embarrassment, I joined the competition, successfully got the champion. I called up onto the podium. As it turns out, that's when it was a sad experience.

When receiving the trophy and award, there was a Committee looking at shoes that I wear. On top of the podium, I was forced to take off my shoes. All the audience silently viewed the shoes I wear. That Committee then quickly pick up and dispose of the shoes to the litter box.

"This is not suitable for student like you", of course I instantly cross-legged and crying. It is a shoe belonging to my father, even though it is bad but it is worth it.

Sorry Sir, but these shoes had managed me to get here, so I will not leftover". No matter the audience instantly applauded. so, sad at once poignant experience I had ever had experienced.