Hi Friends around the world, how are you? good wishes all yes and success always in carrying out daily activities. steemian friends soon the holiday will arrive hopefully we all can celebrate it, ohya I want to share a little story corner of the city, follow me
The house, never seen any grown man for the last fewteen years, a young girl living with her mother. people deliver donations that read orphans always pass by this house.
This little girl can only see the congenital carrying to her neighbor in the orphanage, while she never gets that part.
Flowers are not entitled to a quota on behalf of orphans, because the status of both parents are still alive, but his father is only about three years betada beside him.
Twelve years ago, the father of good-byes fled to the country on the grounds of wanting to change his fate, because while working in his own country his destiny has not improved.
The departure of the husband got the blessing of his beloved wife in added capital giving after selling the gold necklace their dowry dowry first.
The first year of a three-year-old flower gets a beautiful doll shipment from his father with a small amount of money for his mother, their mobile phone without their android still reciprocating sms while his wife writes an innate apology on the morning of Idul Fitri.
Over time, their communication gradually faded and is now lost in silence. the development of the times with the android that can make the longing cure for families that far do not apply to flowers and mother.
Every feast came, all the children in my area greeted with joy, but for the flowers and the mother could only shed tears.
Flowers do not expect new clothes, high sandals like friends his age, he just wants to shake hands and hug his father who had been only seen from a photo of memories when his parents became the bride.
The holidays soon, the long wait for the flowers is not over, he can only hope this time Lebaran face that he missed to meet.
