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One night I had heard my mother tell me about "Bird of Fire". A bird with a blazing fire on its body, its feathers and its tail. It is said that whatever is in the sun by this crow must be burned into Dust. Whether or not this story is true, I still believe, because my mother is telling it.

The story is always repeated it never bore me. Quite the opposite. Every time I get scolded by my father, I always run for my mother and ask for a lullaby. As I recall, that was when I was 7 years old. And as I thought before. My mother will tell the "Bird of fire".

But this time there is a different story with the mother. Not only the story, but also the expression on the mother's face.
"Did you ever meet a "Bird of Fire"? "I asked, trying to divert anxiety into my mind.

While patting my back, Mother said, "Not yet. But Mother always believes the "bird of fire" will come down to earth and take away evil human life. "

Kill? Those one word now stop in my brain.

"In the past, birds never told me they would come down to take a life?" I replied curiously.

Once again, the mother patted my back before replying. "Because you want to keep this great story for you, son," a smile strained at the top of her lips.

"Then what will a bird of fire do to the wicked man, Mother?" I wish for a moment that my fairy tale actually happened to my father. I thought my father was a bad person because he often scolded me.

"As Mother has said before, the "Bird of Fire" is the messenger of Angel of death. They were assigned to take the lives of evil humans on earth by burning their bodies out, "my thoughts vanished when I heard the story of my grandfather as if he were taking me back to earth.

"Burn off their bodies, Mother? Till it runs out? "Strange as my question just now.

Mother was surprised to see my eager-looking face when I heard her say so. Mother's reaction is still the same. Before telling a story, she would patted my back.

"What makes you so happy, son?" Mom seems curious about my behavior just now. Honey, I can not tell my Mother. A secret that I am buried, for more or less 5 years of this and the story of a "Bird of Fire" makes me more excited to realize the plan.

"Nothing, Mom. I'm just curious about the "Bird of Fire, "the guilt made me embarrassed to look at Mama's face-a thin face crammed with furrows here and there.

Honestly, I'm afraid to imagine my mother's face. Especially when he knows what I'm going to do with her.

Ah never mind! I yelled to myself. It's for the sake of our happiness. For me and dear Mother. That night I said goodbye to Mother.

But not as usual, Mom tried to arrest me. She begged me to sleep on her lap tonight. Strange. This never happened before.

Anxiety that had been lost, now comes again. Mom sleeps so quiet next to me. I was so calm I thought he was dead.

So I decided to keep it all night. No sleep. Three hours later, the old wooden clock hanging on the opposite side of the bed struck three times. It's already three in the morning. Sleepiness glued two eyes of my eyes. Slowly, I began to fall asleep.

The darkness began to leave. A speck of light peeked through the window gap. My eyes twitched slowly and gathered light. I was lying on a wooden tile, complete with a flat, cotton mattress. For a moment, I was glad Mom was still there beside me. Asleep quietly.

"Mom, it's morning. Mom, "I rubbed his left shoulder. I have been waiting for it to remain unresponsive. The anxiety swelled back from my chest. This is strange. It's weird. Mother has never been difficult for me to wake up. I try for the umpteenth time.

Mom, Mom, Mom, get up. Come on Bu wake up! Mother ..., "I yelled, tugging at Mother's stiff body.

I keep trying to wake Mother. The result remains zero. Mother's body has hardened. Cold. Her heart was no longer pounding. Her breath has subsided. That morning, my mother really left me. Not for a moment. But forever.

Cloudy in the eyelids can no longer be in the weir. Water drops dropped. As if a very dim day covered with fog. Together Mother's departure with an unrelenting cry. The turmoil of sadness raged through my heart. Want to feel shouted.

"Stop crying!" Bellied a potbellied man sitting next to me.

"Are not you sad to see you leave?" My tone slightly rose. Wishing you knew what I meant. She should be ashamed of the guests. Really not in the slightest picture depressed on the face of the man I call "Daddy" it.

You son of a demon! You want to teach me? "The words seemed to strangle my ears. If you have this, you will surely touched me. But not here. Not when a villager gathers in my mother's grave. That's a little relief to me.

Until finally the land was hoarding your body. I stood still beside the tombstone. Even when one by one the introduction has returned. I'm still there. In addition to the headstone bearing the name "Lisa Monica".

"Mom, I'm afraid to be alone," I said, sobbing.

Immediately. The red bird burst from inside Mother's tomb. I was stunned to see the extraordinary incident. Bird of Fire! I shouted. Mom never lied to me. The tale is real.

"Are you going to take my revenge?" I asked the firebird who kept spinning around me. Like to lead me somewhere. Then I just follow where they fly direction. I ran like I was chasing a broken kite. My instinct still guesses where they're going to fly. the bird of fire led me to a house, I saw my father come into the house, it was the house of my father and his young wife. secretly father married again without Mother's knowledge. Daddy has been lying to you all this time.

"What are you going to do with them?" I paused under the mango tree - near the yard. A rather large firebird approaches me. His body looks bright red. The hairy wings continued to flutter unceasingly. He said nothing. But it's like saying something. I do not know what that means.

The bird of fire then wagged its wings, then the fire feathers flew toward the house. I swallowed hard. Do not imagine, what will happen next. At first one by one the hairs of fire were attached to the wall. Slowly the red color of the fire feathers seemed to cover the entire house. On the roof. In the window. On the wall. All full of fire feathers. after that the bird flew quickly as if to crash into the house and disappear instantly.

With a laugh engraved in the face, I turned my back to the house that had been in the gust of Fire. it is true that the bird of fire is the messenger of the angel of death to take the lives of the wicked. but somehow that happy feeling mixed with sadness, why is there part of my heart that is sad ??? then I'm confused, do I have to be happy or sad ??? is this reality that makes me sad ??? the fact is that the bad man is my Father.

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