That time..

A voice cries certainly make noise in this room giving birth..
Everyone smiled at me, so I have been in the world..
Huh, I never forget their smiles..
But the fate of the other said, mothers who have contributed for me to let go her life just for me!
Finally, I treated myself with my father alone..

I was the first child of my parents, so in my house it's just me and my dad..
When I was a kid, I often spoiled by my father..
I always smile every option is even close..
But..

Something bad happened..

My father changed..
He didn't like my father who once..
Since he left my mother, he married a widow lady who had no children..
Widow woman who finally called my stepmother was changing everything..
Changing my dad..
Me too!

I like a child-doll made for her..
often times given me a clown-style make-up..
I want it all gone..
That way I will be free like a dove..
 But that was just imagining things, I can't even fight my stepmother, my step mother supported by my father..
Why all the rapid change?
I really can't believe it..
For her (stepmother), I'm like a newborn baby in the world..

who can not do anything..

why do they all do not think I feel?