The lighthouse goes out

My name is Tera. I suffer from oral cancer. The doctor once said that the cancer in my mouth was in the final stage. This disease makes it difficult for me to express the contents of my head into molecules of sound. This psychological disorder led me to the most impressive tragedy that has ever happened in my life. La. La. I keep singing. Hey... Who would have thought? I'm a poor homeless kid. I am twelve years old. I did not go to school, I just went out on the street to support my brother. Since my father died due to a general illness, my mother chose to remarry. But ironically, she did not acknowledge our presence, we who were of her flesh and blood. In fact, she went with the man of her choice. I don't know how soon he'll be back. What's certain is that he's never coming back. A small house full of family memories. I left I left home with my sister. It wasn't my desire to teach him to hate a memory, I was forced to do it. How can a kid my age not pay the rent? I don't have much money. Sometimes I have a hard time buying a piece of fried food. After leaving home. we went to the outskirts of the city. I only had a Petromax lamp and my sister's manual. Yes, she is still a student, in her 5th year in Sdn. and I really like it. 🙂On a journey that has no direction. I don't know where we can anchor our board needs, which are just for a look. But God said otherwise. we hunted for the shops in the city that were unoccupied. This shop was located on the edge of Allée Argabel. Rarely adopted by the natives. Terms like this are very useful to me. but my sister has to walk 200 meters to school. I believe her persistence is greater than the distance itself. By the end of the twilight almost faded. Our legs, now wrapped, were attached to the shop door. then we entered the main room. It's dark, dusty, and full of cobwebs. I started the fire with a crackle. I lit the end of a lantern-shaped lantern. The only light in my apartment, at least bright. He was reading a physics book, his passion for reading surpassing that of his friends his age. The night of his visit, I gasped for the wealth that God had left in his pockets. I don't expect any regrets. Instead of being a beggar without any effort. I am a child with chronic cancer who is still fighting to play on the side of the road. If you look closely at what covers my body. Plain white blouse. At the front, the lines of fresh rain water are yellow. If something had gotten stuck in my t-shirt, it would have ripped. My sweethearts have flippers on their feet that broke once. To still be able to use the tip, I replaced it with a nail. My head is down. My gaze focused on something within reach: a small tube made from a can. Yes, chasing pennies tonight. The noise of machines wrapped in iron and tin. his voice was loud in my ears. Loud. It flew before my eyes. They were struggling to get to where he was hunting quickly. I stand at the intersection every now and then and watch the bright green light. The traffic on the highway is congested. long snake. Then happiness overwhelmed me "Nananananaaa..." I sang a song. Sing in front of a perfectly sealed glass. He didn't care about me. If only they knew how much it hurts me when I make a sound. he will surely forgive me. My lips felt like they were cut with a sharp knife. Pain shot through my brain, throbbing like it was going to explode! My body almost lost consciousness. I was wavering a bit. but I still held my ground, I came back. then faced with a completely open window. "Lalalalalalaaaa Standing at the car door, I had little hope that my box would be full of clothes. both my eyes penetrated there. I was shocked, my heart almost jumped out of my cage. At the same time, the dog in my hand fell to the ground. There was a figure of a woman sitting in the front seat. When she saw me, she quickly closed the window. This face is clearly painted on the walls of my heart. and will never fade. On the verge of sadness, my body bent to reach my coin jar. I didn't realize that my tears were falling like a fine mist. My tears never dry as I mourn your departure. Mom, I kicked my legs as hard as I could and turned back. I continued my ritual of singing happily in lies. Hours passed, I don't know how many car windows I stopped at, but my can was still empty, to no avail. In the third part of the night. My feet wandered on the sidewalk. My eyes scanned the sodium lamps placed on the side of the road. A diffuse yellow light illuminates my journey. A very, very malignant tumor was eating away at my mouth every second, this disease quickly exhausted me, I lowered my body to the edge of the sidewalk. Next to the woman of the night who was smoking a cigarette. "COUGH!" I coughed once, covering my nose to block the clouds of smoke coming out of my mouth. I looked intently at the pipe I had placed next to him. I would give up if he stole my can. But who would have thought? I didn't think so. I heard coins jingling in my can. I conveyed my gratitude with my body language. My mouth closed, unable to utter a single word. Before him, I bowed in respect. I took his hand and kissed it with a joy that followed my good laugh. I smiled. and I left leaving that smile that was disappearing more and more. In the middle of the night at an uncertain distance. My steps were hurried to reach my destination, the house which was an abandoned shop. I took the fork in the road and approached a 24-hour convenience store, I used the money he gave me wisely. My name is Tera. The girl with oral cancer. Remember the words of a Pii. Even though he is only the central character created by the imagination of Faisal Fajri. However, Pii can influence my life. If you want to buy, don't wait until you have a lot of money, but wait until you are wiser. So you can appreciate money. In some cases. If we have a lot of money, our eyes tend to starve. this phrase resonated in my brain. I apply it to my life. I know what I need to buy bread and a bottle of mineral water. I didn't just use the rest of the money. After that, I went back home. I felt someone following me. My heart was beating fast. Every now and then I looked back. There was no one. Immediately I took a thousand steps at night and passed quickly. My chest heaved from the flow. My legs rested a little shakily on the threshold of the house. The atmosphere here is dark and almost without light. "Brother is home." My voice is soft and not direct, broken. If I say a sentence, my brain feels an excruciating pain. I cannot describe my pain. All I could do was survive and survive. The exclamation that rose in my throat was not in vain. My sister welcomes her with joy. Even though she knows I have to leave her. We sit cross-legged, facing each other. In the middle is a Petromax lamp tube. "Sister, I have been chosen to participate in the quiz representing my school. "I hope Sister Tera can attend," my sister said. my head nodded weakly. "Thank you sister. I'm so happy." I can't believe I'm old until the sun rises tomorrow morning. My hand moves to hold a piece of cheese bread. it's her favorite bread. He greeted her with a smile. My gaze rested on his body cutting the bread in half. then he gave it to me. I agreed even though my mouth was completely closed. You see my hands are busy breaking the bread into small pieces. So one end of this bread is on the axis. Fire and kerosene produce smoke. I toasted a piece of bread. Then the top of the bread sticks to the white painted wall. My hand twists and I write an interrogative sentence. "Why don't you cry considering my condition?" The writing appears faded black, but it is legible. "This cry is reserved for the dead, "Sister Tera is still alive and not a corpse The rest of my life is the reason to never give up on God's greatest test. “If I leave you later, I will always miss you.” The last time my lips spoke words I felt tears welling up in my brain. Suddenly, tears streamed down my cheeks. He came closer to me. His fingers wiped my tears away. This mouth cancer makes me feel weak and tired. All the energy stored in my body was rejected. I floated into the air and landed in my sister's arms. My soul disappeared and was taken by the creator. -
The morning sun rises. The light coming through the window blinds me. I gasped. My heart felt like it was jumping in my throat. May God give me a long life. And I didn't feel the malignant cancer eating away at my mouth every second. I slowly opened my eyes to see the lamp go out. My mind went to my younger brother syambara's school. My steps were quick to reach the school to encourage those participating in the competition. There were 120 participants from high schools and colleges. I entered the school gate, mingling with the audience watching the quiz. . I saw the numbers on the monitor with the result 70-70. The points are still tied. But in the fight against intelligence, there is always one last question. "How to use batteries and foil". can thermal energy flow? » The host asked very difficult physics questions. The participants' faces looked confused, searching for answers. But I was amazed to see my sister raising her body into a perfect position. Out loud, she answered a question. "When the battery is low and over. connected to a metal sheet, a large amount of electric current flows. That is why it can produce thermal energy. The numbers on the bike increased to 80 - 70. The event leader clapped and was followed by the audience to celebrate the victory of my brother's group. Tears of pride flowed from my eyes. This is something I should be proud of. With his intelligence and wisdom. He will never be afraid to fight the world, no matter how hard it is. After that, we walked side by side in an open field covered with green grass. A few minutes later. My brother put his feet on the ground. His head looked up into the fading twilight, I saw a pair of water-soaked eyes. tears flowed like rain. Her cries were silent. I don't feel the pain of chronic cancer, but I can feel your sadness. She lowered her body to the red earth. With deep sincerity. She hung a plaque around a tombstone with my name clearly written on it. At home.

By Omnipotent