It was a rainy morning on the 21st of August, 1982 when my father left for Malaysia. He left our home with sweet promises that he would be back after a year. He would try to look for a greener pasture just to realize his dream for her daughter. The night before was indeed a celebration of a very memorable farewell party. Even now, I could still vividly describe to you guys the happiness felt by everyone in the family and of course, the happiness was reflected on the happy faces worn by everybody.
Sorry....I have to go....I will continue this later...promise..
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wöw! very touchiNg story... keep bLoggiNg...
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