Writing III, Narrative Text : "My Worst Childhood"

My Worst Childhood

Family should be a place where you can feel happy, safety and also comfortable. But not in my family. In this family, I couldn't feel those all. There was no happiness, safety and i couldn't feel comfort. It because of my parents. I didn't understand why it happened. They always argued about something that I didn't know. That was why they quite didn't care about me and made me have a worst childhood.

The story started when I was child. As a 5 years old child, I really liked to play. I used to play with my aunt because I didn't have any brother yet and my parents were going to work. I was happy when I was with her, because she really loves me and I love her too. She always accompanied me when I played with my favorite toy and till the time that I have to sleep, she also always accompanied me.

Next day, I just woke up from my sleep. I woke up because I heard a noisy sound from the outside of my room. A very crowded situation was happened there. So that I cried and called my mother. I cried for a long time till my aunt came and picked me up. When she brought me out, I saw my parents argued each other. I was scared. I cried and I called them but they ignored me. I was so sad at that time.

Since that moment, there was no more happiness in my family. Until I was 8 years old. As an 8 years old child that really need the parents' attentions, I was so depressed because I always saw my parents argued each other. I just could cry because of that. I never felt safety when they argued. They ignored me when I tried to make them in peace. I felt alone and sad because of that.

One day, my mother got sick. And I thought maybe it because of her always argued with my father. My aunt and I always take care of her because my father was rarely stayed at home. My mother cried. She cried may be because she disappointed with my father. I was so angry at my father at that time.

When my mother's condition was getting worse at that time, I was so worry because my father was not came home yet. I was so angry and also worried. I couldn't handle myself and I took my bicycle and searched for my father around the village. I paddle my bicycle as fast as I could with the eyes full with tears. Finally I found him at a "warung" quite far from my house. I told him about mother's condition then he came home with me and took care of my mother. He looked so worry about my mother.

Since that moment, my family was getting better than before. My father realized that he was not a good father and then he started to try to make our family as good as he could again. They never argue again and they also starter to care about me. And since that moment, I realized that even though they argued each other, they still love each other. But those moments and memories, still made I had a worst childhood.