My father was a person that I love and respect. my parents had six children. He had to work very hard to take care of us. It is the years of difficulty and deprivation. 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 go visit my father once. in 2012 he also left us. his weak health and died in 2012.
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