The story of my life that I linked God to my life full of trials. Let's start with my youth which is different from today's youth ... my youthful life is happy ....

PART 1

I was born in the 70’s. Just call me by the name Stella..I am the youngest child of our four siblings..I'm the one who is different from them..I'm the one who is tender, tell a story, .. my Father and Mother are very kind and very supotive to us family. My parents are perfect for me. So I idolized them when I grew up .. we can't be said to be poor, or rich. moderate or let's say my parents are very good at budgeting. my father worked in the government and my mother house wife. because of the good team up., they can easily solve every problem of the family especially with money even small the salary .. my parents used to love to tell stories of their lives back then that how difficult they were that they didn't want us to experience..that when they told stories it was fun to listen to, in their stories, I grew up and my sisters and mothers we idolized them. , grew up with their sermons, .. they taught us how not to be lazy, they are like super hardworking parents for me ..

When I was in elementary grade 1..we were 6 years old and entered, there was no kinder, automatic grade 1 then..I realized that the housework was our obligation..my sister and I. .different. very clean doesn't want clutter, he wants everything in order. I'm full of clutter, I'm lazy, I'm hardworking, youngest kasie, being the youngest is always ordered, kaloka..the one that sticks in my mind always says my sister.she said, before you leave the house, .fix the house first, .for if a guest comes, your house is fine..so we split the housework..when I'm in the living room., he's in the kitchen..my older brother cooks..because my mother he was also hardworking and wanted to help my father, he was an agent for appliances..then when you were on TV you were famous..we had a good life because there was no trouble, even if you left the house peacefully .until I finished elementary school there I received my first love letter, I'm afraid I cried. hahaha ..

I'm in high school, that's the fun, but I had tests when I entered high school..I was friendly my aunt's brother. my uncle's wife..we're in the same class..my aunt who is my father's brother is a teacher, with them in the house is the owner of our living room..of course young people, we talked about barkada, section..etc..my aunt sided I told her, evryday they call me to grandma's house and don't give me a sermon of course I just cried that I ended up locked in rooms that my parents didn't know were calling me and had dinner I said I'm still full..almost a week always such is my drama that my mother has already noticed. I said the reason..d

I don't know that that night my mother went to my aunt ..she said, why blame me I was the only one and instead of you defending your nephew you are still the enemy, how painful it is for you to see your son who cried because of others..let him go and I will transfer him to another school..so I was transferred to another school, sad kasie andon your friends, crush, etc ..