Strory Of my Dad
At the age of my father was old
keeping lookout for a living for their children. Working hours dad is not like
the others. At the other was sleeping , my father go to work the middle of the
night with old bicycle loyal drop it off. Yes , my father is a cleaning service
terminal of the capital. Any before the middle of the night buses will be
departed , my father wash those buses to clean . Every night my father clean
almost dozens of bus , with the wages of a very small , at only 10 thousand. A
price that is really do not belong to an occupation for which loud enough. But
my father altruistic profession that was for a wife and five his sons. My heart
always crying if see dad was working , his is an old man work shall be in all
that is already fragile. Forgive me father, your son has not been able to help
you to earn a living. I can only hope to god soon i can beatify. so that you
can enjoying the day your old so beautifully.
Now, father it is rare go to work
. Due to its condition is often sickly caused her to often rest home. Me as the
eldest must think on the fortunes of our family, i think hard how to get money
, while my school had not done . In confusion who keeps haunt me, a friend ask
me to trade sell a fried chicken in market. Although fortunately small but with
work business this i can lowering the father as the backbone of our family.
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