Creativewriting | My second mother

I want to tell my friends about my childhood story that was far from my parents. In childhood, I was a small child who was very close to my father and mother, we lived in the city because my father was also a trader, but every night I always cried, said my mother always cried non-stop.

After a few weeks I was taken to Wawak's house in the village, as soon as I fell asleep in Wawak's arms the crying immediately subsided. Then Wawak asked my mother to take care of me at her house. Day after day I spent with Wawak who took care of me with great care and love.

I remember a very happy moment with Wawak when he invited me to go to the fields, because that day he wanted to plant rice. Because I grew and grew up in the village, when I saw the water in the irrigation it was like a swimming pool in my eyes and the little children who were my age at that time.

We also cheerfully and happily bathed and swam together there until Wawak I finished planting rice. On the way back home, I also really like to tell stories about the fun we had while playing, Wawak was always loyal to hear stories from me which made me very happy and full of smiles at that time.

As soon as we got home, it started to rain heavily. The thing that sticks in my memory is that Wawak always cooks my favorite instant noodles when it rains, the taste is quite unique and delicious which makes me really enjoy it.

When I ask for something, there is nothing that can't be done, even though our life is simple, the affection and love he gives is like we have everything.

But now Wawak is gone, he has already left us all, I will always remember his smile and affection for all time. My childhood was so beautiful in his arms, like a second parent whose love was no different. May Wawak be happy there, our prayers are always with you.

Thank you for friends who have read my writing, Warm greetings @ikwal.