Childhood (My Brother, My Mom & Dad)

It was unforgettable memory. I was born from a very poor family. I have six siblings, three sisters and three brothers. My mom worked as a house wife. And, my father worked as a porter at traditional market. I knew my parents worked very hard to support the family. It made me proud of them. I learned from them both; poorness never made me turned to be sad or disappointed in life but survived.

Once, when I was in first grade I had ever fought with my brother because of pocket money. It was fifty rupiahs, a very little amount to divided into two. I cried out loud in his classroom when I knew he spent the money. I insisted the money back. I didn't realize that he didn't get any money from mom. Then I knew it when he calmed me down with tears because of shame with his classmates. He said " Okay, I will return it back to you if I get it from mom." He held me gently and cried. Both my brother and I cried in silent.

But, My childhood was not only about lack of money or food. It was also about laughter and happiness. I was happy when my father harvested bananas. My friends would come to my house since all bananas ripe. I always shared them to all my friend because I have a lot. Then, they all would bring some kind of food from their own home  that I ate rarely at home.

On the other day, when I didn't with my friends, I went to meadow with my brother; herding goats. It was my favorite activity when I was tiny. While all goats were eating, I searched grass hopper or climbed the coconut trees. I was proud of myself because I was the only one who could climb coconut tree. No body else could. I picked one or two young coconuts and ate them together with my brother. Everything was easy. I never felt like a poor because happiness was not only about having enough money or food but also about being grateful.

Now, several years have passed. I really thanks to mom and dad. They have taught me many valuable life lessons. They have taught me not to be superior or even inferior person whether I am rich or poor. It doesn't matter I am poor or rich because the important thing is about caring and sharing. I will never forget everything that had happened in the pass. It will always remain in my mind.

Jakarta, 10102016

My Childhood, My Brother, My Mom & My Dad