MISS LITTLE PRINCESS

        I have a nephew named Asyadillah Azzahra. Her nickname is Zahra. She was very pretty, funny, and smart. I am very close to her ranging from infants to date. When I vacation, I always stay at home she. When I was coming in, she hugged me and said “cool older sister came, sister stay well’. She is a figure of a child who is a different from other children. She is a figure of a child who can be a story. She is a figure of  child who has a feeling like an adult. That’s what makes her different from other children.

       

     At that time she stays at home on my own without a mother, grandmother, and so on. When she would not be invited back. I asked her “why Zahra did not want to go home?”. She said “I want stay home sister, I’ve never stay sister at home, before I moved to Kalimantan”. I was deeply moved by her response. Finally Zahra stay in my house. Sleep, shower, eat, play, etc. always the same wants me. At that time she borrowed my Handphone. After that she ran into the room. I am confused what she wants to do. After I looked into the room, it turns out she was photographed in front of a mirror. I was very surprised to see small children aged 5 years old can do it. Finally, I also took photos with her and she is holding my Handphone camera. 

 

        A few days from my house, she moved to Kalimantan. I was very sad when she went away there. It is difficult to meet with her. She said “sister do not be sad, we could call”. Who taught her say that? Very smart little princess. I do not know how long I have not met with Zahra. To the extent that I dreamed of her. Day after day I could only see his picture. To remove the sense of missed I call her, I’m so sad because I really miss her. I remember really, before she moved, she said “sister, the same sister dear Zahra”. Until this moment I have not been able to meet with Zahra.

 

“This is a short story that I made about my longing for Zahra"