Talking about my family, it’s such a complicated thing. Why? Because I have an absolutely huge family. Actually I don’t quite understand. I remembered while my mom was telling about my dad’s family I got hours to hours to understood. Lets we talk one by one.

My dad was born from a broken home. His parents separated when he was a baby. I don’t know why exactly. Besides I thought it’s really awkward of this cases at that time. And my dad’s parents or my grandparents married again with their each new partners. My grandma had got nine children from her new husband and my granddad had got nine children as well from his new wife of course. So my dad has eighteen brothers and sisters in law – I mean not in blood. So it’s really complicated, isn’t it? But unfortunately two children of my grandma passed away and by chanced my granddad also lost his two children. In fact my dad lost four brothers and sisters and today he has fourteen brothers and sisters. And I have so many aunts and uncles and also I’ve got so many cousins even I never recognized what’s their name one by one. It’s ridiculous! I think It must there’s no “a plan of family” so that many old people couldn’t stop having children. I suppose so – that’s why old people had so many children.

Ok I’m going to stop there talking about my dad’s family. My mom’s family is little bit simple than my dad’s family. She was born from my grandparents of course – I mean not from broken family. Even they still live now. My mom is a second children. She has one older brother and four younger sisters and one younger brother. I forgot to notice that my big family from Java. And some of my family live in Java and the others live in here. Perhaps that’s such a good reason why I never remember of all my family members. Now I’m going to write down about my ‘real’ family. There’re only dad, mom, brother and I.

I was born from military family. That’s always I said. My dad was a soldier and now he has retired. And my mom is just still a mother-house. I’m in the third children – that’s why I named Triana. And I’m the only one daughter in my family. I might be the lovely one daughter. hmm I have two older brothers and one younger brother as well. My first brother got married one year ago and he has got son in his little family. But he doesn’t live here. He lives in Solo – Java. Since he was a child he has been in a boarding school so that he and I never grew up together. And I don’t quite remember what’s my memories with him. But I’m proud of him and he inspires me because he is so smart and diligent. And now he has got everything he wants. Of course by his hard struggling way. The other hand my second brother is Qting. I called him on it. Because he’s really funny, ridiculous and has curly hair. Although he isn’t as smart as my first brother but he’s really funny. He always makes me laugh all the time but sometimes I got angry with him, I didn’t know maybe I was in bad mood. But I knew his purpose only to cheered me up. I have to say in a home without him it must be quiet - no jokes, no laugh. And my little younger brother is Unung. That’s such a cute name. It’s his nickname actually because he has a long name. Make it simple! Now he is in an elementary school and this is the last year for him. I think he is as same as Qting. Attractive, active and slob! Hahaha he seldom just stay at home, he goes everywhere that he wants. Football is his hobby, everytime, everyday he always plays with the ball. Sometimes my mom is mad at him because he often forget about time. He forgets to eat, rest, study. The usual thing what the children do on his ages. So many characters of my family member. That’s make crowded when we together.

My parents love all their children, it’s a thing I always hear from them. But I don’t know sometimes I feel they are not fair. Particularly when I was in school. I felt my dad was more loving my brother than me. is it because I’m a daughter? I don’t know but my mom said that he never differenced among his children. Until now I begin understand that my mom is right. My dad never did it. He just wants to give everything of all we (as children) needed. And my mom always gives us her love all the time. I love my family, it never can be replace with anything. I love my parents because without them I wouldn’t be here.

We have a habit. Every first week on a fasting month we always gather at the moment to “bukber”, we always say that. It’s a term where we are in the same place to finish our fasting. Really crowded, full of eats, drinks, fruits and anything. We share to each other, we share everything what we did. It’s really pleasure. Although the outside is cold because is getting night but inside is really warm because of the togetherness in my family.

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