December 9, 2015. It is the worst day in my life. At 8.00 am and me and Mommy are going to the hospital. I'm on the bus with sadness. For a moment, the sound is louder, telling nurses rushed to phone a few minutes later, I went to the hospital. My father, it virtually to the end. Everybody's gutted, I was hugging my mom and dad are very long. Because the father could communicate. Later, Dad, it's death to peace and, after a short time, my family came together and bring dad out of the hospital. Finally, however, to date, it will be worse and the past hard for me, but I must.
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