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Part3</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything Gone Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                       A long the road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KampongThum&lt;/span&gt;, my father drove motorbike bring my mom and me with him. He was selected to be a primary school teacher at my homeland. Our live were changed. I had attended to school. My mom was a seller. 1993, we built a new house. One evening, I was sleeping, suddenly; I heard motorbike crush on the gate loudly. I was awakening from hammock. I started crying, and then my grandma try to comfort me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Even though, I was young, but I did know what was happening at downstair. Immediatly, I heard my father corse my Mom so strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;                          Since that day, almost everyday I lost my comfort and started to afraid my father. He look like a wild animal when he was a drunken. He throw the equipment to the grown. He pushed the cupboard. He corse my grandma. I can do anything without crying and weep. My mom often said something strange to me. She showed some behavior that she want to leave me and family to anywhere far away from me and Pa Pa. I am afraid, cold , and lonely too much. I do need parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;                        As my suggestion, my Mom and my father reached to divocing. They are a part without think about my feeling. My father was consideration to leave the house. Every weeken, I walked from my house to my father's house. After I stayed thier a whole day, I always aske my father to take me home. When we arrived the gate, my father turn back to his house. But I always cry louder while he leaved me. Even he didn't meet my mom, I will not let him go. My grandma said that I am smart child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;                      As my dream, My Mom and My father remarried. I was so glad too much. I hopefull that I will get back my happness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889800583216081208-2321876627159574615?l=khmer-corner1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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