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I have always wonted to become writer.That was my wish since I was 6.But my dad thought writers,artists,actors and musicans have something wrong in their head. One day I've got letter from writing school in Amrica that I wonted to go in.I was so happy.But my dad wasn't.He set down and started to cry.He looked very sad."Is everything ok?" I wisperd softly.He didn't say I word.I haven't opend the letter yet.I just looked at it then in my dad and at letter again.I knowed something was wrong.I seted next to my dad and aked him the same question again.He started to cry eaven more."Go to your room and don't open the letter yet."I did what he told me.I went to my room and set on my chair.I heard him saying thazbhe is horrible father.I heard him breaking plates.I opend the letter slowly .I wasn't accepted.My dad come into my room."I am so sorry I did that to you."he saied."Go out of my room." I sreamed at him.I didn't know how he coud do that."Someday you'll understend" he said.
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