My dad was sick and he lost his job.My mom was not getting enough money to support us and help my dad.My mom stayed extra time at work to get more money to feed us and to help my dad.The sickness was to strong to get cured.He passed away two weeks ago and now my mom lost her job,so we moved to Chicago and my mom got a new job.So we lived peacefully,but I still remember the Bad Day.
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