My father - LE

Dr. KIP REDICK
RSTD 337
LE, KIM-CHI
Date: February 12, 2007
MY FATHER.

My father died when I was six years old. I just remember him very little, but someone told me these things about him.
My father was a math professor. He liked to plant many things, especially fruit trees. He was a very handsome man and generous. All of our neighbors and his students liked him.
When our neighbors needed any thing they would wait to ask him, because they know, when they ask him, they would get exactly what they want. Sometimes my father gives more than they expected. For example some neighbors needed a dozen fruits and my father allowed them to take as many they want. They took a dozen but my father still gave them more than a dozen.
I remember one thing very bad about myself. One day, when my sister made me unhappy, I cried then I stopped a long time. When my father came home I pretended to cry again, and then my father came to hold me up and asked me who made me cry. I said my sister. Then my father came to clap his hands on my sister’s shoulder and said, “Why did you make my spoil daughter cry? I beat you.” Then I was very happy and laugh too loud, because I thought my father beat my sister real hard. Is that a bad girl?”
I love my father and miss him very much. Now if I see someone who looks like my father or acts like him, then I like that person more than regular men. I wish he was still alive and if he were (alive) then I would love him and support him the best.
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Dr. KIP REDICK
RSTD 337
LE, KIM-CHI
Date: February 12, 2007
MY FATHER.

My father died when I was six years old. I just remember him very little, but someone told me these things about him.
My father was a math professor. He liked to plant many things, especially fruit trees. He was a very handsome man and generous. All of our neighbors and his students liked him.
When our neighbors needed any thing they would wait to ask him, because they know, when they ask him, they would get exactly what they want. Sometimes my father gives more than they expected. For example some neighbors needed a dozen fruits and my father allowed them to take as many they want. They took a dozen but my father still gave them more than a dozen.
I remember one thing very bad about myself. One day, when my sister made me unhappy, I cried then I stopped a long time. When my father came home I pretended to cry again, and then my father came to hold me up and asked me who made me cry. I said my sister. Then my father came to clap his hands on my sister’s shoulder and said, “Why did you make my spoil daughter cry? I beat you.” Then I was very happy and laugh too loud, because I thought my father beat my sister real hard. Is that a bad girl?”
I love my father and miss him very much. Now if I see someone who looks like my father or acts like him, then I like that person more than regular men. I wish he was still alive and if he were (alive) then I would love him and support him the best.
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Dr. KIP REDICK
RSTD 337
LE, KIM-CHI
Date: February 12, 2007
MY FATHER.

My father died when I was six years old. I just remember him very little, but someone told me these things about him.
My father was a math professor. He liked to plant many things, especially fruit trees. He was a very handsome man and generous. All of our neighbors and his students liked him.
When our neighbors needed any thing they would wait to ask him, because they know, when they ask him, they would get exactly what they want. Sometimes my father gives more than they expected. For example some neighbors needed a dozen fruits and my father allowed them to take as many they want. They took a dozen but my father still gave them more than a dozen.
I remember one thing very bad about myself. One day, when my sister made me unhappy, I cried then I stopped a long time. When my father came home I pretended to cry again, and then my father came to hold me up and asked me who made me cry. I said my sister. Then my father came to clap his hands on my sister’s shoulder and said, “Why did you make my spoil daughter cry? I beat you.” Then I was very happy and laugh too loud, because I thought my father beat my sister real hard. Is that a bad girl?”
I love my father and miss him very much. Now if I see someone who looks like my father or acts like him, then I like that person more than regular men. I wish he was still alive and if he were (alive) then I would love him and support him the best.
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