by : Debrina Ayu
Hi Mom! How’s life? I want you to know that
I’m fine even though you might see different thing from up there. It has been 6
months that you left us and Dad already find someone else. He lives in our
house now, having his own family. Dinda and I live in grandma’s house even
though there is no grandma, grandpa, or you. Our house is no longer a home for
us.
The new semester has just begun. Time
flies, huh? I remember the time you brought me a lunchbox for my first day in
junior high school. I’m in the 9th grade now. Since you left, Dinda and I
walk side by side to go to the school. She will go to Mrs. Triana’s house after
school to help cleaning her house. Then, I will do whatever I can do to provide
us food on the table.
Don’t be sad, Mom. I meet a new teacher at
the beginning of this semester. Her name is Mrs. Farinda. I’ll tell you about
her.
She is my new science teacher. She asked
me, “Why did you get score 30 out of 100?” Sorry mom, you know I’m never a big
fan of science. Then she kept asking me, “Why did you sleep during my class?”
or “Why didn’t you attend today class?” – That sort of thing. I am not an
extrovert person, I never will. But her determination of asking my condition
touched my heart.
I’m never open up my life to her as I did
to you. “I have to work in a restaurant, a shop, even a house. I have to have 3
part time jobs in a day”, that was my only answer to her. She didn’t pity me.
She didn’t judge me. That’s what I liked about her. Instead, she helped me,
mom. Every day after school, she would tutor me in the library. She was nice.
One day, she even invited me to join her
family’s lunch at some good restaurant. It was not a glamorous restaurant like
you and dad liked to visit. But it was good. The food was good. She even
brought me a take away for Dinda. I asked her, “How could I ever pay your
kindness?” The next thing I know, she just smiled. She said, “Don’t think about
it. You can thank me later when you have achieved your dream”. I felt so
grateful to meet someone like her.
Huh, Mom, I just got my mid-term test
yesterday. I got 70 out of 100! Aren’t you proud of me? I even danced in the
class this morning. This is because Mrs. Farinda. She has helped me sincerely.
Ah, I wish you could meet her. Wow, I’ve been writing forever. I’ll be back as
soon as possible.
Love,
Edwin Ave
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Jakarta, 22 June 2003
Dear my beloved mom…
I’m sorry I haven’t writing for so long. I
miss you mother, more than you know. Things have been difficult lately. I want
to share what had happened in school but promise me you won’t get mad.
Do you remember when our drunken neighbors
stole our mangos tree? Then he used the money to gamble in the table card?
Well, I might have done something a quite similar. I didn’t gambling though. I
was the one they would pay to when the wrestling about to start. But as the
show went on, the police came and captured me for involving in gambling. Then I
realized, no! The police won’t let me go if there were no family member.
Everybody that involve in this business was also captured. So I have no one
else except for the fact I couldn’t let Dinda knew about this.
One person that passed my head was Mrs.
Farinda yet I was too ashamed to ask her help. She had done so much for our
family but I might have let her –or you down with this. But she came and asked
me, “Why did I involve in gambling?” I couldn’t help it anymore. I just burst
into tears. “I want to create a special gift for Dinda. She is in the 6th grade
now and will have a birthday soon. My 3 part time jobs are just not enough to
buy the materials.”
She bailed me out, Mom. She didn’t yell at
me nor got angry with me. She just kept helping me with her angelic intention.
But once again, I let her –you down. Somebody stole the restaurant owner’s
money and they accused me. I was dragged into a police station. But this time I
swear I didn’t steal his money. The only person trusted me was Mrs. Farinda.
She (again) bailed me out. I felt terrible with her –and you for continuously
trapped in a jail. When my class year was about to end, it turned out that his
own son had stole it for drugs. The owner had apologized to me. The best thing
I learn from Mrs. Farinda is to forgive and don’t judge people. I forgive him
–something that is so difficult for me especially because what Dad has done to
us.
Hey, I start my senior high school next
month. With the help of Mrs. Farinda, I got a good score and entered a nice
school. Aren’t you proud of me, Mom?
Love,
Edwin Ave
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Jakarta, 05 September 2010
Dear my beloved mom…
TODAY IS MY GRADUATION DAY MOM! I just
finished mechanical engineering study program – something that I would never
think in the million years before. I thought I was not smart enough to
understand science but it turned out I was wrong. Mrs. Farinda has changed me a
lot I high school until I chose science major in senior high school. By the
why, she comes to my graduation. I wish you do too.
Hey, I could make an invention right now. I
just gave Dinda a new tv that I made by myself. It used old materials but I
could modify it into a sophisticated tv. I like to make new things for her
birthday. Anddddd, I’ am nominated for my invention in science fair. I hope I
can win it.
Something that I hate could be changed in a
matter of seconds that is what you –and Mrs. Farinda surprisingly had said to
me. I never thought to like science. I never considered forgiving my
father. I never expected to trust someone. But I do. I do. I do now.
I’m applying to a vehicle company. I’m
hoping everything will be better from now. Wish me luck!
Love,
Edwin Ave
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He has become a successful inventor. His
hard work has paid off. Today, before he is awarded as ‘Inventor of the
year’, he is sitting next to his teacher and sister. Edwin gives his pieces of
diary to his teacher now, after almost 13 years. “Thank you for everything you
had done to me. This is only a tiny proof of so many great things you have done
for me”. That is his only sentence with a smile before receiving the award.
Mrs. Farinda couldn’t say anything but
answering with a smile.
this is nice story with a nice writing technique. Good job, Deb!
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