This
story begins when I was born, Friday 28 December 1990 to be exact, my
mother said when I was a sickly little and often hospitalized pain is
most severe pneumonia, treatment-by-treatment also strived to cure me up
My
age three years, whether god or fate perhaps being too tired taking
care of me, one afternoon my father suddenly ill and my family the
father was taken to the hospital but the hospital seems to have been
beyond help, the doctor said my father had a heart attack, when it I
was three years old so I did not even remember about the incident until
now I only know my father through photographs and stories of the
mother.
My mother became a widow at the age of twenty-three years and have a three year old child, when the family economy despite pension shortfall father, my mother come home after the brother of the grandfather's when I first entered school in kindergarten , there is absolutely no little kid my age.
Her brother home from my grandfather until I started elementary school, after which I returned home grandfather and mother, at the time second grade in elementary school my mother married a man who was a friend of my father, he was patient and kind. I have a younger brother while the fourth grade in elementary school, I was about ten years old at that time.
Time passed after I graduated from elementary school I will move home with mom and dad are also my brother, the time passed until I was in college now
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