English is not my first language
I posted my writing to share with more steemian use Google translator plus my low English skill
I ask you to understand, even if there are some strange expressions
I saw steemian's article yesterday
He sent his little son home.
Two moments in my childhood suddenly came to my mind. One is the story of elementary school students. In the second grade, when Christmas was approaching, one day in December, my father told me to tell Santa Claus what I wanted to say
"Three-stage transformation robot"
I told them what I wanted in a loud voice and I waited until Christmas day from then on.
It was Christmas day waiting for a long wait.
As I was sleeping, I woke up and found a gift box on my bed, and I opened my wrapping paper carefully
(Hiya ... Finally, I have a transforming robot, too.
I was so happy that my eyes were swirling, but as soon as I took out the contents, I was thrilled and threw away the robot.
The robot that was taken out of the box was an ordinary robot that moved only limbs that could not be transformed.
(The disappointment. The frustration. Like)
I could not hear the mother who wanted to have breakfast I hand sucks badly.
But it does not happen that ordinary robots turn into transformational robots. As in the ending of the children in the most severe families who do not appreciate the dare from the morning ..... The situation is straightened out. I was driven out of the house by the power of my mother 's grip.
By the way, I was barefooted in my underwear and I could not stand in front of my house. Because I was embarrassed to see my neighborhood friends.
There was an empty two-story house not far from my house at the time. The building in front of the demolition was horrible and frightened but there was no place to go.
I was going over the fence and I was caught by the barbed wire, and my underwear was torn out, and the blood flowed from the scald. The wound was painful but it was tolerable, but the bare feet were so cold in the midst of the winter.
I think the time I was kicked out of my memory was around 10:00 am. It was so cold that I was sitting in a cold room in the second floor room of the empty house and wryly. I was tired of being kicked out of my house, but the day was cold, my nose was frozen and my feet were tired.
In the meantime, I had many thoughts. I promised myself that I would never go back to the house where I was kicked out, but I was worried about how to live in the future. First of all, I had a meal with a friend who was friendly with me. After saving clothes and shoes from the same classmate, then .. well ... what do I have to make money for?
So time passed and it was evening. In the morning, lunch, and dinner, I was starving. I kept staring at my five senses in my stomach, and I felt even a sneak in the snowflakes coming through broken windows.
Luckily, there were garbage and newspapers in the lungs, and in the meantime I put on my clothes and made newspapers and boxes for my own nest, but I could not be free from the pain caused by the cold. And I still remember the dark midnight I heard a voice of my brother who remembers quietly but clearly.
"My brother ~ My brother"
"Why!"
"Mom sad If you regret your behavior, go back home ~"
"I will not go home!"
"My brother ~ Let's go home ~"
My younger brother Stood firmly in the desperate recommendation of hanging and hanging
My brother broke down in negotiations and went home without power.
But in less than 10 minutes I heard a loud voice breaking through the dark night. The voice of the mother who sent me out of the house "If you do not come out now, do not think about living in the future!" "Come out until 10 counts!"
I had a great deal of trouble at the moment. I have to end my struggle against unfair external pressure here. I decided and answered.
"Go out ~" "
"Five, Six"
"I have to go overboard so I can not go out that fast!"
Then I crossed over the wall and followed my mother's back to my head. My father waited anxiously at the porch and my tearful younger brother came to meet me. I protested against the authority of the powerful, but unfortunately This day was finally imprinted in my life as the first surrender day.
The price of surrender was ruined. I entered the house and was beaten.
My father threw the precious gift he had bought with the money he had sweated. The sin that I abandoned my house and left.
A sin that I did not reflect and did not want to do wrong.
All the charges are being readjusted and processed by the mother who was a prosecutor and a judge. The father and the brother of the grandstand spent only sympathy and watched the disposition of the mother who was the executive.
And in the end, I was ... released from all these situations leaving a word.
"I do not want to be a transformation robot"
I think that only a robot that does not know whether it has broken down into an atomic form and went to another world now will understand my mind.