suddenly...in my brain this story was come immediately, it made me to search my story book about it, but i didnt find it, it was too long time for me, it has disappear since several years ago. so i just repeat to remember about it in the article.
yap the title is "The little match girl" witten by Hans Christian Anderson, who was the most famous author of children story in the world. of course i've read this story when i was child but i didnt feel anything, it's too different. here is it!
when everyone were celebrate the chrismast night, she just stayed alone. and the snow fell quickly, without footwear, she sell some matches, but nobody bought it.
she just saw a lot of people were celebrate the chrismast night happily. she couldnt feel what people felt at that moment. can u imagine that? she just could hope hope hope that someone would buy her matches.
she was tortured w/ severity of the storm outside. till her feet turned blue because the weather there. in the middle of night she did the hard-work which musnt do by a little girl in the blizzard.
it made her to strike a light, to get her body warm. unwittingly.......all of her matches have been exhausted. so she havent a match anymore
that's too bad. she died because she couldnt survive againts the cold.
if i were her, maybe.....i'd kill my self as soon as possible. i can't stand it.
it has been inspiring me that we should be grateful for all of the things who had given by god.
out there, there are several peoples who suffer more than us.
so we should enjoy w/ this life, don't waste it away. ok?
