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When I was six years old my father died. We
were a big family. We were four sisters and four brothers. My youngest
sister was only four years old. My mother had to work in a school to
help the family. She never had to do this before. My brothers, who were
older than us, worked too.
After a few years, three brothers got
married. My mother and my brother, Alair, still worked to help us. They
were strong people. They taught us good things that we won’t ever
forget. They taught us about determination, sincerity, friendliness,
honesty, hard work, generosity, responsibility, and things that we need
all the time with others.
My mother died
a few years ago. My brother Alair is in Brazil. He is a nice person. He
is married and has a wonderful family. I consider him like my father.
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