Hi friends steemians apakabar its all?
in this post I will post a story about my life with my dear little niece.
His name is Muhammad Naufal, at the age of four, he must relinquish his mother's departure, the mother he loves, now dead. His screams made everyone close to him feel sad. but soon after, as her mother left, she was now beginning to accept the reality.
Now he lives with his father, although he seldom communicates / meet, but he never feels lonely, because I am always accompanying him every day, selling cane juice in front of the house.
the joy came when I had bought him a new dress, money from steemit, though not much but I was happy, because thanks to steemit I can work and share my family.
Now he began to recognize the meaning of happiness,although not the same as the mother's affection, but we will continue to try to be the best for him.
I am not ashamed of selling sugar cane juice, through here I can make my kerluaga smiling happy.