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Think of the father really pathetic, I now know why the father did not and the Fake Handbags blue aunt divorced, because in addition to his accident, when I no longer care for him who can, if not divorce, at least this time Auntie Lan certain would be to take care of him out. The test results came out, the doctor called me the office, he asked how I usually like my father, I wonder how he will ask me this question, I said well I, father of the daughter can not you? When the doctor told my father and I did not when blood of a black my Replica Handbags eyes do not know on what.
When I woke up and found himself lying in bed, not far from my father, another bed, wearing oxygen masks looked at me, full of doctors around next. I saw my father’s eyes constantly tears, the doctor said that his father had been unable to Louis Vuitton Handbags treat excessive bleeding, and now waiting for me to wake up and my father said that after only a few words. I threw herself into the arms of his father, “Daddy, do not die, you die how I do it?”

Father’s eyes water constantly tears, pointed to his efforts to oxygen masks, the doctor removed the oxygen mask, “said Han Han,” he smiled at me and said, “I left to take care of yourself, read the book stabilized after completion went to your mother, only her Designer Replica Handbags biological father, you know who I wanted to wait for you to finish a book to tell you, but by that time, I hope you can take good care of yourself! “he unable to hang the hand when I go frantically shouting: “Dad, anyway I have only one father, that is you!” I saw the moment his father close his eyes and smiled and nodded.

My father left me a lot of money, I finished up the university. When I went to see my father graduate, and his grave has been covered with grass, lying in the grave I cried, I said, Dad, you will always be my best dad, If you were reincarnated, I do not do your daughter, I can be your woman, I have to take care of Replica Louis Vuitton your life, make you full of happy happy family spent every second, I do not wear nice clothes, do not play mahjong and others will not have children.

In the countless nights I kept writing to my father, I have to tell him, let us make an appointment in the next life husband and wife, watching the ashes into the light blue stationery, I saw my father came to me, I lie on his the warm embrace of crying, happy tears kept streaming out from my eyes, dripping over Replica Louis Vuitton Handbags his shoulder. In that world, I can and father together, wholeheartedly complete meaning for his beloved man give my all, I finally saw my Louis Vuitton Wallets father laughed, and the most real the most enjoyable time!

When I move the safe in his father found a yellow notebook too old, is he had in mind when helping people carry the stone work, in the first page read: Han Han-year-old and eight months, and I can not believe she is not my daughter, her look, and I did the same. Whatever the child is innocent, I think I can do is to work hard to turn Balenciaga Handbags money, ask her to take to school, not to like me not out of the West (interest) of the. Han Han, my dear daughter, I will always love you 83 years in April.

Close the notebook the moment, the tears, ran out like mad.

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