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  • When I was in grade six, and i was graduating . When my Father killed by an unkown man, I cried . He was shot three times, He's a very kind person , a hardworking and a helpful Father who could do everything for his children . I am the luckiest daughter in this world to to have a Father like him, even though we've been together for only 12years . Untill now he has not received justice for his murder, but my mother provides for the needs of our family . Sometimes , i see her crying, and I know why she cries because of the financial problems, and she can continue supporting us. That's why I'll do my best to finish my studies and make my family proud. I dream of giving a beautiful life for my mother and seeking a justice for my father.
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