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Everybody is a writer and every single day is a new chapter of life that is waiting to be written. 

Like a novel, every life in this world has their own story, their own chapter of the book of life. Sad, happy, desperate, motivated, brokenhearted or a lovey dovey one; this story will continue until one day we leave this world

Last ramadhan would be the most memorable ramadhan ever for my big family. It was three days before Lebaran when everybody busied with Lebaran preparation, new clothes, cookies, everything; overwhelming happiness is everywhere and something unexpected happened in my big family

It was when my sister and I had breakfast while watching some television programs; my cell phone rang out loud several times. When I checked my cell phone there were several missed calls from my mother. My mother is not a type of a persistent person, once she called and there was no answer she would call again several hours later, or even the next day or someday when she remembers. It was really suspicious that my mother gave so many calls in a night. With overwhelming happiness I called my mother back. Tut…tut...tut. And there, she picked my call up and to my surprise my mother picked the call up with a trembling voice, I could feel that she was trying so hard not to cry at that moment.

Later I knew that giving a call to my mother that night was not a bad idea. Because of calling my mother that night I knew that something happened to my cousin. That night, three days before Lebaran, where everybody was overwhelmed with happiness welcoming Lebaran, my cousin got into an accident; the whole family was in a fire and the entire family members were rushed to the hospital.

The following day my sister and I visited my cousin in Adam Malik Hospital, it was really a heartbreaking view to see. The entire family members were hurt but the worst were the first child and the third child; both of them had 90% and 85% burns. Seeing those little girls that should be wearing their most cheerful smiles on that day to welcome Lebaran; sleeping in the bedroom with bandages all over their bodies and barely able to move their bodies was really a heartbreaking sight. At that time when we visited my cousin, she did nothing but cry. She cried so hard all the time there was no single word uttered from her mouth but crying. It must be the hardest moment ever in her life.

Lebaran came and everybody celebrated it with the most beautiful smile on their faces but for my big family it was not complete, there was something heavy in our heart. That night, the news that we never want to hear came, the eldest child had passed away. Lebaran, a moment where everybody should be laughing and smiling all the time, was replaced with tears. At that time I saw my cousin, she was really different from the last time I saw her in the hospital; there was no tears in her eyes, not even a single tear fell from her eyes. “I pray to God for the best way for us and this is His answer, I have to be strong for my family, for the children who are still with me because I am the mother”, she said to me.

That is how she writes her book of life, to be a strong mother for the family. How about us? How do we write our book of life?

In this life there are things that we can not change, things that out of our control. However, it is depend on our self of how we want to live our life. We rule our own life; write our own book of life. I believe every single person in this world has their own wonderful story because everybody is a writer and every single day is a new chapter of life that is waiting to be written, the book of life.

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