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Personal Narrative: My Dad

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My dad left me to find work in Malaysia, when I was about four years old. I might not know what to say if I were asked how much my dad loved me, but I could speak infinitely how much my mom gave her life for me. My dad was an alcoholic for the past sixteen years. I could not taste the love of father from my childhood. I used to be really afraid of my father because of his behavior toward my mom and I. Being alcoholic is not enough for him , my dad refuse to worked. Therefore my mother was the only one who earned money for the family before we left Burma. She would work everyday from sunrise to sunset to support the family, but my dad choses to be violent on her whenever he get back home from bar. A lot of times we slept in church because

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