My father is always loud and fierce people upset with the stories on a regular basis. When I was a teenager. I have never understood the command of his father. Some of it is to go against my feelings completely. To kick the football and return home at night, like another friend is wrong in the eyes of the father. I need help at home every day. Sometimes I think my father never understood me. Do not love me at all, even a little bit. In December of every year, the school of father's day, I have for the most part with the Board about the King, but this year there is nothing more than a special teacher, we want to write a father's Day card. The card will need to be made, and the teacher checks before sending mail to an individual's home. For me, this is not about the card are important to more than a soccer goal or kick the takraw with friends. It would be a kradak nor embarrassed to write greeting cards for Dad. For several days, then I am doing multiple ayangkwa to make the card, it is the last day before sending. The blue card is made of cardboard and the rest came from the school board administration. Gold trims pattern beside me, derived from the older sister's new year's Day hats. I wrote a message to ask the parents happy, and illness from the disease is. I think if I was a teacher, damn this card would have no more than five points from the full ten, though. Two days later I had a shift that will have to be sent to the House. Every evening when I return home I will be rushing to the post office box in order to keep my card. My father would get it.
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