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  • About thirty years ago my father started to build our house. Along the way he made many changes: putting a room here and there, changing the hallway around, but when he finally made up his mind, it was perfect.
    A lot came and gone in my house. People stayed the night, came over for dinner, and washed clothes. Our house was a place of happiness, but in 1996 my grandmother passed away of cancer in the living room of our house.
    After this our house wasn't full of laughter anymore. As time went on our house was back to it's normal self. You could hear laughter again.
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