On class of Harry, suddenly I memorize about my last day I came back home on Saturday, 19-01-2013. When my father talk with some guys who want to have a business with my father, something about selling our tree forest in Ba Dien, I sit with my father and I touch his hand. My father's hand is black and hardly. My hand is white and softer than his hand. So I though I really feel sorry that sometimes I hate some parts of my body, this hand is bigger than someone else, this foot is not beautiful at all, and my leg's muscle... I always want them more beautiful than I have had. But when I touch my dad's hand, I realize that all of my dad's life, he had being worked so hardly to give me all the best things he could give for me.
I just want to cry and feel this hurt through my heart. I love him so much. That's I realize he has give me the chance to live in life and he always try his best to give the best life for me. I just wanna cry...
Tôi biết mình đủ sức mạnh để đi rất xa trên đường đời, vì tôi là con gái của ba tôi, một người đàn ông mà tình yêu dành cho tôi là tình yêu chiếm trọn cả đời ông - Ánh Trang.
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