My father was a person that I love and respect. cover my mother had six children. He had to work very hard to take care of us. It is the years of difficulty and deprivation. his father and mother had to make rice for us. the time passed quickly. We grew up in the love of his parents. but my mother's health was not good and she died in 1997. from there my father alone to take care of us. He has a lot more strenuous. the children grow up and go away, he still lives in the old House, not living with their children. every year I try to arrange the work of visiting my father once. in 2012 he also left us
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