The story of my life
Once upon time when i was five years old , me and my father went to father work use bicycle. Me and my father went to take a his pay. At that time, all cheap groceries. Every payday he buy some donuts cake chocolate for me. My father is a heaver and my mother is a housewife. One day, my father is sick but he always went to work. He breakfast with just omelet. I see his eyes , his eyes never showing that he is sick. He always showing his spirit, in fron of his childrens. My father wish his childrens to be succes.
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