When my grandmother died, I was very sad, before going to bed I always kissed her armpits, always held her hand. It turned out that my child was like that. But I was training my child to sleep without holding my hand. Because when I'm gone, it will be difficult for him to sleep, like I did when my grandma died. I couldn't sleep confused.
After my grandmother died, I lived with my father and stepmother. How my heart jumped for joy. I have a father and mother that I have been hoping for.
Over time, my stepmother's character changed. To eat rice, it's not okay if my sister and I take rice from the rice cooker first. After she eats, then we can eat.
One time, my grandfather asked 'does your stepmom just lie down?'
At that time I was only in 6th grade. I didn't dare to argue. I just kept quiet and nodded. When I got home, I told them all innocently.
Unexpectedly, my stepmother was angry. My daddy ordered me to worship my stepmother to beg forgiveness.
It doesn't end there. My daddy and stepmother had a business to make sweet bread and they were entrusted to several shops. When I was invited by my dad to deliver bread. There is a seller asking, who is this? To my surprise, my dad answered 'ooo nephew'.
I couldn't believe it but didn't dare to ask. I know that my father answered that because he was embarrassed when he was found out that he had married for the second time, that was my thought, the truth is that in my father's heart, I don't know.
Once when I was helping to make bread, a friend of my stepmother came. And when she saw me and my sister, she said 'wow, you got a maid, yesterday I was looking for it'
My siater and I could only look at each other. Without hearing the defense of my stepmother, moreover my daddy. Every night there, my sister and I could only cry.
I can understand how angry my sister was with my stepmom until now.
When daddy and stepmom leave and we are hungry and there is no food, what we do is take the bread merchandise, when daddy and stepmom come, we will say someone is buying it. Even though we ate it.
Until one day, my stepmother got angry and told me and my sister to leave, she grabbed my daddy's hair, and threatened to torture my daddy if we didn't go.
Finally, my sister and I left quietly, we left our half-brother who was 8 months old.
At that time we took the night bus to my uncle's place. Miraculously, on the bus it was just the two of us there. My sister looked after me well, until we arrived at Kedunggalar at 1 pm.
If it weren't for His inclusion, surely we wouldn't be whole during our journey.
My stepmother was furious because we left her baby child at home alone. My dad even said that we were considered ex-children.
(Even though my father and mother left me, the LORD welcomed me. (Psalm 27:10))
