I met that man. I remember that in my childhood he was always near me. But where is he now, Mother? Why isn't he as close to me? Has he forgotten me? However, he never changed the mother, he remained the same with the same smile and kindness.
Until now, I just realized that during that time he had moved away from my life. I still remember, when he gave me chocolate and bought me a new orange shirt with a picture of a girl hugging her favorite cat. I don't really remember who the man is, which obviously he is really kind to me.
Do you still remember, ma'am? When we visit the house where we are happy? I see from your eyes, I'm sure you still remember, Mom. Everyone at that time welcomed us with a big smile. Oh yeah, that guy is also with us. No !!! I'm not remembering the past, I'm just remembering it. Don't be sad, ma'am! I promise, I won't review this again.
Towards my sleep, I still don't understand who he really is. Continue to wonder why Mother always distracts me when I talk about that man? What's the matter? A thousand questions raged in my mind. However, the wind that blew from the small window of my house made me sleep in my dreams.
At that time maybe I wasn't in school, maybe 3 years old. I vaguely remember when I played to my cousin's house. There I learned how to make planes from paper. How happy that day is. Suddenly the sound of the motor engine broke the laughter in the house. Who's coming? I thought. A man comes with a gift. I don't know what happened, my cousin ran to the door and hugged him tightly, like there was a deep longing between the two. The man said "I miss you so much, son". Hearing what he was saying, I thought maybe he was my cousin's father who had long been wandering away. Then, I also greeted him and I said goodbye home.
The next day I entered school for the first day. I was escorted by my mother using my grandfather's bicycle. Arriving at school, I was immediately excited about going to class. My mother threw a kiss and went home. There is something that makes me jealous, seeing children my age being escorted by their respective fathers. It's not less grateful, but I'm just confused why there's no father in my house.
During the day, after school I look for my mother, I'll tell her what I got from school. However, my mother did not meet me. My search ended at my grandfather's house which was located not far from my house. A human voice was talking, I peeked through the slightly open door. At that time, the whole family gathered like discussing something. I heard they were discussing someone's marriage. whose marriage is that ?? I did not find an answer.
One answer I found, when I looked for my birth certificate to be collected at school. I fiddled with it for a long time but I haven't seen it. I found a document wrapped in a brown envelope, I guess that was what I was looking for. Apparently after I opened, the results were shocking. Inside is a divorce certificate. Who is divorced? In the letter there was a picture of my mother and the man I always thought of.
Instantly my tears fell down. Why does everyone hide this big thing from me? Are they afraid I'm angry with all this? The man is my father. My father divorced my mother when I played in my cousin's house. Knowing that I shut myself up in my room without going out.
Mother questioned my changes. I did not answer, I was so disappointed in my mother. "Forgive my mother. Mother didn't say everything to you because mom was afraid you wouldn't accept all that. " That's what my mother said. I don't listen to it. I thought about it alone finally I understood.
Mother promised not to repeat her mistake again. He will not hide anything from me. He told me that in the near future he would get married. I was shocked to hear what the mother said. You can imagine how much burden a 7-year-old child receives. I sighed and gave up on the situation "It's up to you, ma'am". My mother said "Son, mom did this because you know you want to be like friends right? You want to have a father right? although not your biological father, but this is what you can do ". I just replied to my mother's tears.
After mother's marriage. I can't accept my new father. He realized that I did not like his presence in my life. Instead of hating me, he loves me very much. He was really good, even better than my real father. He bought me new school equipment and helped with my homework. I really feel what my friends feel is father's affection.
I am very grateful to God and thank you mom. Even though my mother had made me disappointed but she responded with something happier. Even though it's not my real father, I'm still your child, father.
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