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my father is a very responsible and loving family man. he have good opportunities abroad to earn a living and raise us his children but instead of going away, he stayed with us and sacrifice a very hard labored job so he could see us growing up. i could never remember any instance when he raised a hand to discipline us, instead, he just talked to us and let us realize our mistakes, and it is very effective, because by that, he earned our highest respect and love and just one word from him could make us shiver when we know we made something wrong. i made a lot of mistakes, but he's always there, loving and supporting me to stand up and go on with life. but death took him away from us, 5 bullets ended his life and until now,i still grief for his death. i don't know how i am going to accept it. i am yearning for his presence everyday and how i long to hear his voice. i miss my father everyday. his death is the most painful experience i ever have. i am 29 years old, and just starting to have my own family, how i wish my father is still here to see me raising my own kids and introduce him to them proudly.how could i move on without him when he's the very person who is always there when i am about to start something new in my life...