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Nicolas Matthew Homes: the most wonderful man alive. I am forever grateful to have that man as my father. He was never the type of man to flaunt his wealth or rude to lower classes. He always provides for people who are at fault. When I was young, my father started up a hotel for homeless people back in London. Every person that came out of that hotel has received some type of job and is perfectly able to live on their own. Watching him contribute to the decreasing homeless rate was phenomenal. After being forced to move, everything was completely different. I've never thought of Nicolas to be the one filling out job applications. With him receiving the job at C&R, I was worried about him. He was always his own boss. To this day, I wake up every morning expecting to see him or hear my his voice in the morning, but I have to accept change.
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While I was running errands with Jaehee, I received a call from the hospital, saying that my father collapsed at work. Of course, I made Jaehee drop what she was doing and speed to the hospital. That's when I learned that he had liver cancer and hid it from me. "Why would you do that?" I asked him as his sick body was lying in the bed. "I didn't want you to worry about me." His voice faded to non-existence. Jumin arrived shortly after. The kids were at Luciel's house so, they were in semi-good hands. Jumin's attitude was a lot different. I've never seen him act this way. My father watched Jumin's mental state. "Stay strong, buddy. She needs you more than me." Tears began rushing down Jumin's eyes as his bold figure started to shake. This is the first time I witnessed my husband, Jumin Han, having a breakdown. My father's lifeless body laid in his bed sound asleep.
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The funeral was huge, a lot bigger than I expected. All the people who were impacted by him flew all this way from London. Many of the people who were homeless gave their testimonies on how great my father was. Some have said that my father was the modern-day Jesus. I wouldn't make that comparison, but it is true that my father was a great man. As the funeral ended, the media flooded inside. Most of them were trying to get Juman and me to say something. We were both too damaged to speak. Any thought of him would make us bawl our eyes out. We pulled our kids close and sat in our limousine. The ride was silent. Not even the radio was playing. The kids were sniffling and so was Jumin. I looked out the window and watched the clouds go by. Somehow the sky is very therapeutic.
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Adjusting without my father is hard, but I will never forget him. His memory will always have an importance in my life. I would always get a text from one of the RFA boys asking if I was okay. As the years went by, our lives changed. Jumin incorporated my father's doings into the office as a routine, which made a lot of employees happy. The kids started finding ways to improve their school. Victoria began helping the special ed students learn how to play badminton, Vincent helped paralyzed kids with sports, and Rudy started a book club for children who can't afford a book. I'm forever proud and thankful for my father and everything that he has done.
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She's My Angel { A Jumin X Reader} ✓
Fanfiction┌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┐ ❥ Originally Released in April 2017❥ └╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┘ Falling in love is the last thing you expect from running into a handsome stranger in a men's clothing store. You started as a commoner sweetheart to a...
