My experience

This was an old story. It was impossible to forget it. The story that difference entire my life. Eight years ago, when all children felt happy, there sadness began approach me.

That afternoon, after I went home from school. I starled hear voice ambulance. I might not restrain sad to hear bad news about my family. I was very sad to hear that my father had gone to far. I could not suppose my father had gone that as fast as. A father, that I loved and amazed. He left me, my mother, sister, and brother. I regreted because I didn`t go together with him, that he would go. I also could see his corpose. My house full of crying. I could not imagine my life that time because my mother was also sick. She could not spoken, only quiet with blank stare, that I didn`t know. The day, my life began change.

Then some day, my mother had been bought to Nganjuk for medical treatment. After one month, she return as previously. And the day made us happy, although the condition were already different.