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I Want As They

Trembling my name. I am an orphan. I lived alone in a place that is familiar to hear. Yes under the bridge. This is the story of my life which motivated of all the struggle of my life.The sun is shining brightly. Yes .. That morning I woke up promptly at 05.00 am. As usual I never wake up late, because I was an independent kid and always motivated by time.

05.30 I'm ready to tour again down the alleys and highways so long to sell my banana cake for themselves. Every morning I visited the house or where you would normally buy kueku. No matter the crushing heat of the sun pierced top of my head, I kept going to get a plate of rice. Somehow when I found all the difficulties of life, I'm always smiling and laughing.

One day as I usually along the back roads and alleys full of hope that surge. I arrived at a place that is well .. maybe for you it is a frequently you visit each day. Yes. It is a school, exactly SMA EARTH WORKS. One of the elite schools and quality in my town. I always stand in front of the school gate to wait hours rest of the disciples. Time passed and okay, kueku all sold.

Do not realize that every day I always visit the school. And somehow when I see children my age, I have always, feel jealous of them. I and they are equally children of this country, has the same posture, have the same desire and have the same potential, but why they get things out of balance with my condition? Do I also have no right to be like them?

And when I stand in front of the school gate. I looked at the children, and prayed silently, "God, I want to be like them." Yes. That is my prayer.

Umpteen

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