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When we got home we sat on the couch , I reached for the TV remote but mum stopped me. “I need to talk to you guys” her happy mood had somehow been replaced with saddness, “Yeahh??” my sister and I replied at the same time, “ Well girls , aunty Nora rang today” I knew this would be bad news, Aunty Nora never rang unless something had happened, “Well...” my mum started , I could see tears welling up in her eyes, “ Your father “ oh goshh mum hadnt mentioned dad for years, “ Your father has passed away” , I stopped dead, I couldnt believe what I had just heard. My dad , my own father is gone, and I will never see him again .I let go of my mum and ran out of the door I just wanted to keep on running and I never wanted to stop. Even though my mum and him had divorced when I was grade 2 he was still my dad , I still loved him. I went to his funeral, As I walked in the door there was a picture of him , staring right at me. At that point I relised that he was gone , he would never get to see me or my sisters grow up . And that would have to be the worst day of my lfe.
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