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My Father
My
father who had worked in construction sites had
have so huge hands. In
my childhood, I was always at the bottom of my class in the elementary school,
and
a bed-wetter until the second grade of the middle school. Also I
started to smoke a pack a day from
the third grade of the middle school. At
the same time, my father's big hands were
the most dreadful object of me.
After
the sad mess of the childhood, as
a grown-up, I do my best in my works, never
made bed-wetting, and do not smoke anymore. However,
I miss my father's huge hands with tears in my eyes.
Oh
dad! I do love so much you forever.
1995
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