So when I went to my grandma, I'm not playing with my cousins anymore .. I only see from far away .. look with wistful eyes the evil-minded aunt ..
i call my aunt wa ala,uteh ani and acik..i can feel that wa,uteh and acik very hated my family..my mum deeply felt suffering at that time..
was being hated by my dad sisters, forced to accept insult and got a gambling husband which like to abused my mum mentally and physically..poor my mum..
I remember on one memory..at that time it was Hari Raya Aidilfitri..I lovingly call dad .. but what I can get is only gaze pitiless..that time I am only 3-4years old but I still remember till today..when I was little, I remember that I never even chat with dad
what I remember is I was scolded and beaten by my dad..
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