Tanisha Bledsoe
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It has been more than two years since I last saw my father. What I can't forget is the sight of his back. That winter, grandmother died and father lost his job. It never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, intending to follow my father home for the funeral. When I saw my father in Xuzhou, the sight of everything in the courtyard and the thought of my grandmother made me burst into tears. The father said, "This has happened. There is no need to be sad. Fortunately, there is no way out!"
By Tanisha Bledsoe4 days ago in Filthy