when i was a child i though Wednesday is a worst day ever.
caused, almost on Wednesday my father mad at me. ahaha...
yeah, the problem absolutely back to me.
on Wednesday i usually played with my friends till late evening,
so, when my father get busy after he comes from the office,
he should cooked for us, and i always forgot to clean house before he comes home.
so sorry father....
my father is the best person in my life.he toughs, gentle, funny, mature (of course),
he is my best friend.
i can tell him, everything about my self and my activity.
am so close with him,
because my mom, was passed away when i was 8th years old.
he becomes single fighter as a Man.
and single parent.
i love my father so much...
so much as i can...
till he dies,
cause his stupid habit,
he is a "smoker".
he die when i was 16th years old.
i miss him every night for every couple hours...
am dying to let him go.
but, C'est la vie (this is life)
* you and i, have to face the fact. even it hurts*

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