It was a cold winter night in New York. My dad had been gone for 8 days. He had finally got home,and he looked sad. He told me that I need to go to my bedroom,but I still listened. He said that they had lost all our life savings to the stock market. I started crying. Then my mom said that we will have to find some way to get food and to make or house payment.
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