My father had a sister, she is my aunt. My aunt was skinny and she had a white skin. She liked to decorate house for wedding.
I was so close to her and when I was a child I stayed at her house. She loved me very much and took me like her own child.
My aunt used to invite me on holidays. Usually we went to sibolga or other districts of Nourth Sumatera for holidays.
When I was twelve I returned to my parents' house because I wanted to enter junior hight school. Although I had been back to my parents, I always visited her house if I had leisure times.
Her death is a shocking time of my life. When I still slept, I was woken by my mother and she said we had to go to my aunts' house. I asked for my mother "what happened mom ?" and she said to me that we had lost my aunt. I was so sad and cried.
After her death, I stayed in her house during 1 mounth with her son and my uncle. When I was In there, I've always dreamed about her. I still remember her last words to me, she said "didn't fight with your brother again, that's not good".
That's a little story about my aunt, I really miss her and I hop to see her again, but it's impossible.
By ; Delismansyah Putra
I was so close to her and when I was a child I stayed at her house. She loved me very much and took me like her own child.
My aunt used to invite me on holidays. Usually we went to sibolga or other districts of Nourth Sumatera for holidays.
When I was twelve I returned to my parents' house because I wanted to enter junior hight school. Although I had been back to my parents, I always visited her house if I had leisure times.
Her death is a shocking time of my life. When I still slept, I was woken by my mother and she said we had to go to my aunts' house. I asked for my mother "what happened mom ?" and she said to me that we had lost my aunt. I was so sad and cried.
After her death, I stayed in her house during 1 mounth with her son and my uncle. When I was In there, I've always dreamed about her. I still remember her last words to me, she said "didn't fight with your brother again, that's not good".
That's a little story about my aunt, I really miss her and I hop to see her again, but it's impossible.
By ; Delismansyah Putra
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