Dat, Vietnam – Level 2

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MY FATHER.

I’d like to talk about my poor old father. He had a bad disease called kidney failure. He passed away a long time ago when I was a young boy.

I didn’t know what had happened. My mother told me that my father was a great family man. He loved children, loved everyone. He was also a hard-working person. Towards the end of his life he was still working until he couldn’t do anything anymore and had to lie in bed. He’s gone in peace.

My father was the first person who was around me when I was a little boy and who taught me everything. He spoke to me about our family and taught me history and maths.

My father was an excellent student when he was in high school. He met my mother in university. My mother told me their love story. She and my father went out several times. After that, my father wanted to marry my mother and he wanted to have a baby. One year later, my older sister was born out of my parents’ love. And then I was born in 1993. My father really loved my mother, and they were been together 20 years.

 

author: Dat