My family

          I talk about me all the time, but I wouldn't be that person I am without my family staying behind me. What about them? Who they are?

          I remember years ago... we were full house of people - seven living under one roof: me, my sister, my father, my mother, my grandparents and one of my grandfather's brothers. I enjoyed that time more than I enjoy the current state of our house. My grandfather and his brother are gone. They're watching us from the clouds but it's far more different when they were here. My grandfather was always protecting me and was always, always waiting for me and my sister to come back from school on the front door. He loved us so much. I know he still does. And he was so proud of us, my grandmother says. What about her? She feels so lonely now and it breaks my heart into pieces to watch her waiting for him to come back. It has been almost two years but the life-long true love could never be forgotten. I also miss him. Sometimes when I come back from school, I expect to see him on the front door, but he was never there after January the sixteen, two thousand and ten. I just see his photo and greet him in my heart saying 'Hello, grandpa!' And I can feel he's smiling.

           My father is so far away. It's so painful for a child to miss one of its parents. We spend about a month or month and a half in one year together. I know he misses us too much, but money are never enough... Sad reason.

          My mother spends a lot of time with us. Her job is good and she has much free time.

My sister is an artist. Well, at least she studies graphic design. She's getting better every day.

We are good family. We have always been. And I am happy I'm born here. :)