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"Parents, The Real Heroes"

13 April 2018   07:12 Diperbarui: 13 April 2018   09:15 300
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2006, my father was bankrupt on his businesses. He has a lot of livestock, like chickens, goats, ducks, and he has vast of land. No one ever thought that my father would bankrupt, but my family believed in God that it was the best option were given. When he didn't have money to meet daily needs, my mother as his wife worked in the traditional market. She bought some chickens in wholesale, then she sold those chickens with the higher prize.

Finally, my father went to some places to get money, he arrived in Aceh which place I would grow up and live there. My mother took care of me when my father was in Aceh. When my father went to Aceh, I was 5 years-old and I've just enrolled in kindergarten. At a time, my mother didn't have money to buy some food for our dinner, and I was hungry that time. Luckily, there is a neighbor who gave us some food voluntarily.

2007, my father would be going back to our hometown. My mother was so happy, and I thought that I was the happiest child ever. My father was talking with my mother in the living room, I played the game with my friends outside. I didn't know all the stories, but suddenly my father invited mother and me to joined him in Aceh. We would go to Aceh with a bus from grumbul sawit, solo.

We spent almost 6 days and 6 nights on the bus because the distances are very long. At the end of the journey, we had to change with another bus to continue. When we arrived in Aceh, my father asked me to come to school and my mother accompanied me every day. At that time, I was enrolled in elementary school, and soon I have a lot of friends.

2016, It was already 9-10 years my family and I lived in Aceh. This time, my father worked on goat milk's company in Aceh and my mother became a housewife. Along with the journey we had done together, I love my family so much and grateful to Allah because I think I was the luckiest man in the world. My mother never blamed my father what was already happen and she always supported my father and me. Finally, I could give a little bit of pride when I succeed to get a scholarship to study in Bogor. I will prove to my parents that they have a great son who will make them proud.

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