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二月

老爸, 2月在我们的人生中是一个喜悲参半的一个月。

这个月见证你我的生日,见证了你的过世,间接也见证了我们家因此的转变。

爸爸,谢谢你从小就那么疼爱我,宠我。我最想念的,是很多日常的小事。星期天,一起去吃早餐,我的第一次吃 zhwee kwei, 我们星期天的米饭炸鸡翅,都是我好珍惜的回忆。爸爸的聪明,幽默,合群,是我们家无所取代的。新年初二你也在吧。我们都想你想到。。。 希望你过得不错哦。

不要太担心我们,我们会照顾mummy. 

爱你的妹妹

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