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My Father

When I was kid.

I like to play with my friends.

My father always attention me

to take care myself.

I usually play until afternoon

and my hair is like have a fire.

But now....

my father has died...

I miss him...

huh...

I don't know

why poeple that I love have died

why not me...

why I live...

I don't have any reason

I think..

maybe mylife is for my family...

I should take care my parent, my sister.

But why I can't do it...

I have thinking

maybe I should in home

with my parents, my family

teke care them...

But I am too ago

to do that...

My friend had asked me...

If you live can give a life for your parents

can you do it....

But I can't answer that time

But now I thing I will do it

This life is empty

without my people who I love.