DO NOT HATE ME, MOM.....

Twenty years ago I gave birth to a boy, his face was quite handsome but looks a bit stupid. Sam, my husband, gave him the name of Eric. Becoming increasingly apparent that this child is somewhat retarded. I intend to give it to someone else just to be a slave or servant. But Sam prevent bad intentions. Finally I was forced to raise it as well. In the second year after Eric was born I gave birth again to a daughter who pretty tiny. I named Angelica. I am very fond of Angelica, as well as Sam. Often we take him to the amusement park and bought her children's clothes are beautiful, beautiful. But is not the case with Eric. He only had a few set of clothes worn. Sam intends to buy, but I always banned on the pretext of saving the family money. Sam always obey my words.

At the age of 2 years Sam Angelica died. Eric was 4 years old at the time. Our family became increasingly poor to accumulate debt. Finally I took the actions that will make me regret it for life. I left the village of my birth and Angelica. Eric was fast asleep so I left it. Then I lived in a hut after our house sold to pay debts. A year, 2 years, 5 years, 10 years .. has passed since the incident.


I have married again with Brad, an adult male. Our marriage age has stepped on the fifth year. Thanks to Brad, my bad qualities of the original hot-tempered, selfish, and snobbish, changing little by little become more patient and loving. Angelica has aged 12 years and we send him in a residential treatment school girls. Nothing else remember about Eric and nothing else is remembered.

Until one night. Night where I had a dream about a child. His face was rather handsome, but looked pale. He looked at me. Smiling, she said, "Auntie, Auntie know my mama? I hoick cekali on Mommy! "After saying this he started to walk away, but I held it," Wait ..., like I know you.

What's your name sweet child? "
"My name Elic, Auntie."
"Eric? Eric ... Oh my God! You really Eric? "
I immediately gasped and woke up. Guilt, remorse and various other strange feeling struck me right away. Suddenly flashed back to the story's ironic that there used to like a movie that played my head. Only now did I realize how bad I dulu.Rasanya act like want to die just then.

 Yes, I have to die ... die ... die ... When staying seinchi knife distance will I scratched into the wrist, a sudden shadow crossed Eric back in my mind. Yes Eric, Eric ... Mommy will pick you up
That afternoon I parked my blue car next to a hut, and Brad with a view of surprise at me from the side. 

"Mary, what really happened?"
"Oh, Brad, you're definitely going to hate me after I tell you things I have done before." TTpi I tell it as well with sobs. ..
Apparently God really good to me. He has given a husband who is so kind and understanding. After tangissaya subsided, I came out of the car followed by Brad from behind. My eyes stared at the shacks that stretched two feet from my face. I began to remember how I ever lived in the shack a few months old and Eric .. Eric Eric ... I left there 10 years ago. With sadness I ran over and opened the door of the hut made of bamboo. So dark ... Not seen anything! Slowly my eyes began to get used to the darkness in the small room. But I did not find anyone inside. There is only a piece of cloth lying battered on the ground floor.

I took while watching her closely ... The eyes begin to glaze, I recognize it as a piece of cloth worn secondhand clothes worn Eric once daily. .. A few moments later, with a feeling hard to describe, I was out of the room ... My tears flow
with swift. At that time I just stay quiet. A moment later I was and he started up the car to leave the place. However, I saw someone in the back of our car. I was surprised because the atmosphere was very dark. Then looked into the faces of people that are so dirty. Apparently he was an old lady. Back I gasped in surprise when he suddenly admonished me with a husky voice.

"Heii ...! Who are you?! What are you here?! "
With courage, I asked, "Mom, what the mother knew a boy named Eric who used to live here?" He replied, "If your mother, you are truly cursed woman! Did you know, 10 years ago since you left here, Eric kept waiting for his mother and called out, '... Mommy, mommy! " Because no heart, I sometimes feed him and I asked her to stay Together. Although I am poor and just work as scavengers, but I will not leave my child like that!

 Three months ago, Eric left the piece of paper. He learned to write every day for years just to write this for you ... " 

I also read the writing on the paper ...
"Mommy, why does Mommy do not ever come back again ...? 

Mommy's mad at Eric, yes? Mom, who let Eric go, but Mommy had to promise that Mommy's not going to get angry again at Eric. Bye, Mom ... "I screamed hysterically read the letter.

"Mom, please tell me ... tell me where is he now? I promise I will meyayanginya now! I will not leave him again, Mom! Please tell ..!!"

Brad hugged my body is shaking hard.

"Lady, it was too late. The day before the lady came, Eric had died. He died in the back of this shack. Her body was very thin, he is very weak. Just for the sake of waiting he was willing to stand behind this shack without he dare enter into it. He was afraid if her Mommy came, her Mommy would go again if the view is in there ... He just hopes to see his Mommy in the back of this shack ... Despite pouring rain, with a weak condition he continued to insist on waiting for Mistress there.

Madam, you are not unforgivable sin! " 

I then passed out and not remember anything anymore. (True story in northern ireland)