Twenty-one years old, my father died as soon as I entered the university again. ‘My father is not at home. Not Today, Not Tomorrrow’ I confess I’m not okay. And I want to live a life finding the precious thing that I have Forgotten and Lost So I Move. To never Forgotten and Lost.
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