A hoodie man always wearing a black entered our house. What is it this time? A penny for his starving Mahjong or for his cockfight?
Every time I'm near at him, my heart trembles. What did i do this time that makes his poker face change?

He was a hard-headed and violet man. He is a jobless mad at world and I hate him for that. I envied my friends having the best family in the world.
He's always the bone of contention in our barrio. For us, He is a monster who doesn't kill people. But not until one afternoon, when I came home
crying because my teacher in Third Grade wanted us to draw some picture and I need the supervise of my parents to finish the said task. For the
first time in my entire life he asked me what is my problem. He told me not to worry anymore because he will do the drawing thing. I was startled
at first. I saw a sincere father. That moment wants me to forget that he was a bad father.

For the first time in my life I've seen a beautiful drawing. I asked my mother why he can draw that beautiful drawing. To my surprise he was an
Engineer student and due to un-explained intimacy of a happy life, he didn't finish his dream course. From that moment, I was proud of that man
I was proud of my father. Something that I didn't felt towards my father. I was smiling and it felt really good. Yes, he was not my ideal father but not anymore.

MODASIR S. KURANGKING My Father

ANISAH T. KURANGKING My Mother

KURANGKING
Together with my Family

I love my family so much. They are my treasure and my Inspiration. They are my Life without them my life is incomplete.
Life is like an endless story. A story that never repeat itself. Every page is not the same. We travel through its page.
you might find it inspiring that will lift you above the cloud, at the same time discourage you down to the inner core of the Earth.

In my own story, I found out different characters. A characters that complete my life. The protagonists who are always there
whenever storm struck my life, who always make me feel that I'm not alone in reading my own story. of course, it will
be boring if there is no antagonist. They are my criticizers, my discourages, in short my anti-fans.They play a vital role in my life,
they always make my day unforgettable . They serve as my inspiration to do my actions better.