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I miss our days under that mango tree. One day, we'll sit
there together again, talking like we used to."

His promise rang in my head every time I sat
under the mango tree, waiting for the day when Dad
could truly regain his health and spend time with me.
However, God had other plans. After a few months
passed, dad's condition deteriorated again. One night, I
was awakened by the sound of my mother crying, which
I tried to suppress. At that moment I knew I had lost my
father forever. The loss was very hard for me and mom. I
felt empty, as if half of my soul had gone with my father.

The mango tree where we used to tell stories now
felt empty. I still sit there often, feeling the wind blowing
and remembering every story my father told. The tree
seemed to be a silent witness to all the memories and
promises that my father had made. As the months passed,
my mother and I tried to pick ourselves up and move on.
Losing my father left deep wounds, but Mom always said
that Dad would always be in our hearts, in every step we
took. Mom worked hard to provide for the family. She
never complained, even though I knew how heavy a
burden she carried. I wanted to help her, even in my
humble way.

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