Hey tumblr users! I’ve been wondering about this for months and now I decided to put some thoughts of mine here. It’s just some simple quotes or sayings, or anything you want to call that I made into a short story. Yeah, I’m not that good at writing, but I surely love it <3 so, enjoy :D

The roar of waves formed a harmony, and white clouds blanketed the blue sky. I squinted my eyes, looking to the sun that shone straight above my head. I’m trying to hold my tears, but this grains of sadness tirelessly racing down my cheeks. 

“a good boy doesn’t cry. you always have to be a strong one. remember, you have two younger sisters. They’ll make you a role model.” I remembered the words that my mom always said to boost my mood every time I burst into tears. 

Now, that words become the most powerful words I’ve ever heard. how not, she’s the woman that guides me into the real life. But now, I will never heard that words flow out smoothly from her mouth again. 

My mom is a noble woman that died in the day I was 14 years old. That day, she was walking down the streets in the middle of the pouring rain while carrying home my birthday cake. suddenly, a speeding truck with the driver drunken rocket down without realizing a woman walking slowly in front of him. in seconds, my birthday cake that she carried fall down. Together with her straight rigid body covered in blood. 

The first thing that father do after receiving a call from the hospital was calling me to the balcony. He asked me to sit on a small bamboo bench, then he was sitting beside me. 

Father lit a cigarette while exhaling breath weakly. He then stared to the rain outside the window. “Tayne.” he called my name, without seeing my face. 

“yes, dad?” asked me anxiously, something bad must be happened. 

“mom, Tayne. mom.. She just had an accident.” Father continued with halting words. 

“what? seriously dad, we have to go to the hospital. We have to know mom’s condition.” I tucked father’s hand and walked to the car in panic. 

without arguing he switched on the car and drove to the hospital. I could see a lot of sadness in his eyes, he don’t even have strength to speak. 

***

A doctor went out from the room 512 and walked toward me and my father that was sitting silently on the lounge chair. 

“are you the family of the woman inside that room?” he asked.

Immediately my father stood up and answered expectantly. “yes, yes we are. I’m her husband and he’s our son.” he pointed at me. 

“well, we have done the best we could do. But…” he stopped and shook his head with concerned. 

My heart stopped straight away. I can’t breath.

The doctor pat my head softly and went away. 

Father loses all his power and fell down to the floor. his knees and hands hit the floor hardly, he cried. I don’t have a strength to look at him. Previously, I still have the faith that we could live happily without mom. But when seeing my greatest role model loses all his faith and hope that confidence feeling in my heart also flew away. 

***

“Tayne?” my youngest sister’s voice broke my reverie. 

“yes, Adeline? anything wrong?” asked me softly while patting her head. 

“when will mother come home? I really do miss her..” I heard sadness in Adeline’s voice. 

“maybe mom will go home in a long long time from now. But, one thing you must know. Even though mom’s not here, but her spirit and kindness will always remain here, in our hearts.” I answered her question surely, while pointing to her chest. As a sign that mom will always be in our heart. 

Adeline put her palm on the chest and paused her moves. “then, I’ll sleep alone?” she asked again. 

“no, you can sleep with me or Anne.” I smiled to her.

She replied my smile and showed a line of white teeth. Then she ran to the beach and started to write something on the sand by herself. 

At the corner I saw Anne, my first little sister was writing on her blue diary. her eyes gazing at the sky, looks deep in thought. After a long pause she flicked her fingers and started to write again. 

curious about what she was writing I walked down towards her. “what are you writing about, sist?” I asked while kicking the sands that tickled my feet. 

“I was writing about my aspiration.” She answered, then smiled. 

“oh, so what’s your aspiration?” I tried to peeked her diary. 

“you don’t have to peek, I will tell you know.” Anne opened her book wider and started talking. “my aspiration is to study hard and never tired to pray. I’ll get good scores and help dad to reduce his stressed. So I can make mom in the heaven happy.” she read out the untidy writing inside her diary, I felt a little surprise. How could a little 7 years old girl have an aspiration like that.

“do you know the meaning of aspiration?” I asked seriously. 

“mom said, aspiration is a thing that make us happy when we done it. I’m happy when mom happy, so my aspiration is to make mom happy.” I paused and stared to the wise little girl’s eyes in front of me. There’s a ray of hope mingled with expectations and belief in it. 

Just that simple? I asked to my heart. Yes, it’s just that simple. 

Happiness was the key of life. So, when people asked what do you want to be when you GREW UP, just wrote down HAPPY. Then when they said that you don’t understand the question, told them that they don’t understand life. 

Now ask to your heart, what is your real aspiration and dream. Ask about the thing that lead you to happiness. Cause aspiration was just that simple. :)

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