Dream House
DREAM HOUSE Windri Agriaz Muntaha Monday morning on the first of July 2002 was raining. I went to my school with my mom who held an umbrella on her right hand and held my hand on her left hand. I was a kindergarten student, my name is Letisya and I was 5 years old back then. Customarily, after study ended, I always seen a boy sat under a tree not too far from my school that’s behind it. I wondered what he did under the tree by himself. I decided to approach him just wanted to know what he did. I saw him crafting some branches, but I still didn’t know what he would make. On the third of September 2004, I already became a student of elementary school. I saw that boy, and he’s my senior. On break time, I went to canteen for a meal and customarily I saw him alone again and he sat on ...
