teks: My house is a wooden house. So sometimes dust will stick to the walls. I climb the stairs while holding a bucket to clean the walls. My older brothers just watch me. Their excuse is that they want to rest when they come back to the village. If I am slow in preparing the food, my mother will scold me. I am very happy when my siblings come back because the house doesn't feel lonely. It's lively. But sometimes I feel sad about how my mother treats me, it's very different. Since I was little, I never felt how my mother would caress or hug me with love.
kelaskan text {harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn}, bagi dalam JSON {'kelas'}
{"kelas": "psychiatric or mental illness"}