My youngest brother was born in 2008, where most of all siblings were stayed in hostel except, Fathiah, Fandi and Sarah. The funny thing that is he called Fathiah by her name, however, he called Fandi, abang and Sarah, kakak. Maybe he thinks that he only has a brother and a sister while Fathiah is his babysitter. This is the thing that I try to change because not only he called his sister by name but most of us called each other by name. For example, Fathiah just called me Najihah, Sarah just called Naqib by his name and so forth. We actually had tried to change it, but most time it will take only one day and back to normal again.
My father works as driver at TNB while my mother is a nurse at Klinik Desa. My father was a very diligent search for the money. Besides works at TNB, he also was driving a cab at leisure. Had few years ago, when my mother in confinement after delivering Sarah. Someone had to come to my house and sell the lot of land together with the cage and the goats in it. Maybe that person thinks, my mother had received a lot of money from villager and relatives. I do not know whether it is a custom of Javanese or all the people practice the same where villagers or relatives that come to visit new baby born will give some money as a gift before they back to their house. So, back to the story, after discussing, my father agreed to buy that land with the goats because on that time taxi had been rented to someone else. Besides that, my mom also likes to be raising animals and farming and she always said that she had enter farming class during her secondary school. So, if there is any case, mom will lead dad to do something. So began the life of a shepherd of goats. Everyday, before going to work, my father would first go to the barn to feed the goats and so after work. For me, keeping goats is difficult because we must find the potato leaf or grass every two day. There are lots of sweet and bitter memories during raising this animal. Some of them are chase action had occurred between dad, along and billy goat that make the cage shakes. Along and I also had an accident with the bus that already stop on its parking place, on the way to go to the garden. Then, Siti also had an accident where her leg was fall on campfire that have not bonfire flaming. Besides that, we also had to take care new born of goatling without our parents. Even all the story look like bitter memories but inside it actually has more sweet memories.
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