She does have everything else except that.
Dida told her off. "You should be grateful!"
Dida's sister had a son, the only child. He was 9 years old when the parents brought him to Indonesia. It has been a yearly ritual, to bring him overseas, and return on his birthday's eve, so he could celebrate his birthdays with his other family members.
During the trip, he got sick. When he arrived, he was so weak, he couldn't walk. They rushed him to a hospital. (They went to a GP in Indonesia, and was given anti diarrhoea)
Dida was at the hospital too. He said, "Auntie Dida, you are here."
Dida saw him fitting on the hospital bed. Dida and the child's parents witnessed the CPR.
He passed away on his 9th birthday.
His last words were, "I'll be okay."
Dida's sister had a maid. She was nice, but she made a mistake. She ran away and got pregnant. She returned, asking Dida's sister to adopt the child.
Since the boy had no siblings, he begged his parents for a brother. They agreed.
2 weeks after Dida's nephew died, the maid ran away again as she couldn't bear living in a house without him (she loved the boy like her own).
The baby was about 2 months old.
Now, the baby is 2 years old.
But life is not perfect.
My life would have been relatively perfect too, if I had that one thing that I really want, but I don't know whether I will ever get.
However, I'm happy that I have a comfortable life.
I respect people who survived tragedies.
They must have been special to go through it.