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My Father
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My father was the
best person in this whole world. He was a service holder. Everyday when he was back from his office he looked very
tired, even though he talked with us like just now he has done something very funny. He was actually a funny
man. He maintained a very tight routine. Everyday he woke up from sleep at 6:00 am in the morning and do some exercise. After
that he took his shower and went out for his office. Everyday he looks for my study, how am I improving myself, how should
I study. We watched TV together everyday. He was a very responsible person at all. He died by heart stroke on the year 2000.
The date was 21st December. I cant forget that day. It was terrible. It was the month of Ramadan. At the late night when it
was 3:30, suddenly he got pain. We called the doctor for treatments but its already too late. We lost him. I lost my most
favorite person.
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My father dream
of me to go abroad to study. When he died I was just finished my HSC then. After his death I made my mind to study
in abroad. I choose Malaysia. I hearted about Taylor's College from one of my friend who was also studying with me. Then
I prepared myself and come to Malaysia as a student of Taylor's College. Now I am studying here. If my father was alive then
he would be very proud to see his son is trying to fulfill his dream.
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