woe touching story about a father - At the age of my father dusk equipment for a living for their children. hours of work unlike any other father. while the others fell asleep, my father went to work midnight to take her faithful old bike. yes, my father was a cleaning service at a terminal capital. every midnight before the buses will depart, my father washed the buses clean. my father almost every night dozens of bus clean, with a very small wage, which is only 10 thousand rupiah / bus. The price is really inappropriate for a hard enough job. But my father's sincere profession by a wife and five children.
My heart cries when seeing the father was at work, her body frail elderly have to do all of that with its energy already fragile. Forgive me father, your son has not been able to help to make a living. I can only pray that someday I can make you happy, so that later you can enjoy your day beautifully.
I always come home after work to see his own father massaged her feet, I knew he was very tired. I saw his feet raised skin diseases such as athlete's foot. I cried when they saw that. I want to grow up quickly so I can help my father.
Now, the father was seldom go to work. because the condition is often sick often has to take a rest at home. I was the oldest child should think about the fate of our family, I think hard how to make money, while the school was not finished. In the confusion that continues to haunt me, a friend invited me to trade sells bags on the market. While thankfully small but wrestle with these efforts I can ease the burden of the father as breadwinner.
Dad,
Your spirit is life.
sweat is my breath,
I am alive because of his shoulder.
I breathe because your love
Current struggles
Is spirit day
Sweat today
to smile until later
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