Oh Sunday at 4:30 in the morning, we had to wake up because my dad had to go to Australia so he could work to get money to pay our bills.
We had to wait at the airport for five and a half hours. Finally his plane arrived. We hugged him goodbye and my brother was crying. We drove home.
It is very hard to live without a dad for one year. It was a very special moment on Sunday and everyone was feeling the same emotion.
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