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One after another ....

“ And don’t fight anymore ~~~” he said .

That's how my father passed away .
Mother and family members sing and make noise , I couldn't cry at all .

I stood there blankly for a while and then trudged out of the hospital .

At that time, it was already deep into the night .

I walked around downtown Andong in a daze for a while .

Then I suddenly thought that I would never again see my father coughin

g like that at the breakfast table ... … … .
From then on, something hot started flowing down , whether it was tears

or snot .

If only I had money , if only I had the cost of surgery , I would not have
died in vain like this , but I resented poverty .

I feel resentful of that damn money .

Even though I was young, it was a moment when I deeply felt the pain of
poverty .

Seeing my father helplessly forced to die due to lack of money ... .

My father's death made me think about many things .
What a blessing it is to be healthy ,

What a blessing it is to be alive and have your own thoughts .

Why do people live ? How else should I live ?....
How on earth can one live well , live like a human being , and live withou

t regrets ?

I started having so many questions .
What is poverty ? What is ignorance ?

Why do people say 'study , study !' Do you do it ?

From then on, everything was full of questions for me .

remembered the words my father said when he was dying and the words QR

he said when he looked at me while he was alive .

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