STORY OF RESPECT🏹Losing Indeed Never Be Alright, But Life Not to Be Mourned

In the long journey of life in this mortal world, one after another the problems and happiness come to visit. I am now 20 years old, I have passed junior and junior high school is different from others, now on the bench college wishes nakalku begin to become-so, inginku like the other, live today without worrying tomorrow, coupled with partner, laugh here and there with cheerful. But all that desire goes away warded off when I remember your last message father and mother.

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My Last Year With Mother
2011, the year in which anxiety accompanied my days awaiting graduation, is also a painful day where I keep crying for fear of seeing the condition of the mother who is getting weaker day. You used to be a tough woman like a mangrove tree that dispels the waves, you care for me and my brothers and sisters, but now like a weak, helpless tissue. Behind the window I see your thinner and weaker body in the hospital bed.

My father and brother made me continue to smile at you as you enter your living room, with a sweet smile and a weak caress your getarm you ask me to eat and not worry, really tear my tears unable to kend back. Days go by now you're no longer in the hospital, even though doctors allow me to go home, frightened feelings continue to haunt me. On a sunny morning, as you used to do a little exercise by walking, I see you from a distance that once sturdy back is now withered. Dusk that starts to arrive, you say strange words that make me more afraid, you throw counsel for my brother and also with a smile you hide your worries and slowly you close your eyes for a long time.

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My Final Year With Dad
2013, the year I was no longer an elementary school student, now I'm in junior high school. The first semester 1 class 8 exam will begin soon, learning and learning is an obligation. But my time is no longer controlled, learning only I can do while in school alone. How not, now dad lying in the hospital bed, the morning I kicked my school kukayuh as far as 5 km. Go back to school just to change clothes and bring a change of clothes for my dad and I took the bus to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital I had to take care of a letter to take medicine, watch and care for my father, then at 3 am I hurried to go home and go to school. Once I was reprimanded by the teacher for falling asleep in class, only sorry and sorry that I can catapult. Keep going until the exam ends. Outcome test results, angry, sad also disappointed enveloped my heart. I always get the top 3, the 10 big quin can not. I am angry at my busy brother who can not keep dad at the hospital, I'm angry at the sick father, and I'm mad at myself too. However, my sense of sadness is greater than my anger, I'm disappointed not to make my father proud of my test results.

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Daddy cried looking at me, hugged me and said, "I'm sorry daddy." Day passes now father no longer be in hospital, but my fear is increasingly becoming because father came home after forcing the doctor In my father's house keep trying to look strong but I know father hold sick Dusk one day stay with me and father at home, father give me a message also advice.Pad smiles and say, "Brother stay with Uti ya, sister do not dating ya, school is right .. Achieve sister goals, be successful people and Banggain father with Mother.

The breaking of my tears continued to flow without hugging my father not wanting me to let go and I said, "I do not want, I want to be the same Father, I go with Daddy wherever you go." Then father hugged me tight and calmed me When my father's sleeping calm fell asleep. slept on my dad's side until morning greeted my father still sleeping as he kept rolling around 9 o'clock I tried to wake father, father just opened his eyes looked at me and fell asleep again, I grabbed his hand I saw the flower on his belly but suddenly father's stomach no longer flower deflated. I called my father, I woke my father, but my father remained silent, then my brother arrived and he wept because my father had gone.

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Still Kujaga Your Last Message
With the trials coming toward me, God calls my dear ones. Make me an orphan when I start teenagers. Moving to town live with Uti, different school life. Cigarettes, free sex, alcoholic beverages were right in front of my eyes, but your last message flashed through my mind, tearing it all away.

My best friend has been exploring partner bergonta but I though never dating. There was a desire in my heart to start dating but again your last message flashed through my head and mind, burying me in my naughty desires. I will always keep your message, I will keep trying to achieve my dreams and make you proud father, mother.