my story in childhood childhood story

When I was in childhood a child/kid, I have had a special name. My family and my neighbours call me called me/used to call me " Goreng " that's mean which means Ugly. Honestly, I know knew that I'm I was an imperfect girl, it's doesn’t same with but it didn't happen to my friends because they are were more beautiful than me.

When I was a child, I didn't feel my parents' love. They divorced when I was two years old. My grandmother raise me up raised me. She is was a rude person, and she always hit me when I didn't do what she said or when she asked me to do something.

I meet my father just one time every years only once a year, when the muslim celebrate the great day it's Idul Fitri Ied Fitr. My father gives me some new clothes, a new shoes, and some money.

My father married again with another girl and he had has two daughters. My life in childhood childhood life isn't wasn't full of happiness and love. That's make That makes me to be a hard worker. I help my grandmother in the field, help my aunt and uncle to take good care of their children. Sometimes I help my neighbours to wash the clothes and they give me salary wages/fee. it's It's not a lot, just but enough for to buy some snacks.

My life is unlucky has no luck,it doesn't it isn't like my friends life's friends' lives. When I felt very tired I didn't know my tear fell tears fell down from my pity eyes. May God has a beautiful plan for my future.

<em>NB: if you write something about past, make sure you can distinguish which part that happened in the past and happen in the present days. Don't be confused</em>. <em>One more thing, God doesn't plan. God makes your life, writes your destiny. People plan, people decide their destiny</em>

my story in childhood

When I was in childhood a child, I  have had a special name. My family and my neighbours used to call me " Goreng " that's  which means ''Ugly''. Honestly I know that I'm a imperfect girl, but it's doesn’t same with happen to my friends because they are more beautiful than me.

When I was a child, I didn't feel my parents' love. They divorced when I was two years old. My grandmother raise me up. She is a rude person and she always hit me when I didn't do what she said say or when she asked me to do something.

I meet my father just one time every years, when the muslim celebrate the great day it's  called Idul Fitri. My father gives me some new clothes, a new shoes and money.

My father married again with another girl and he had two daughters. My life in childhood isn't wasn't full of happiness and love. That's makes me be a hard worker. I help my grandmother in on the field, In addition I help my aunt and uncle to take good care of their children. Sometimes I help my neighbours to wash the clothes and they give me salary some money it's not a lot just enough for buy some snacks.

My life is unlucky, it doesn'tisn't like my friends life's. When I felt very tired I didn't know my tears fell out from my pity eyes. MayMy God has a beautiful plan for my future. 