I have been unlucky through my life.
Born into a poor family,my dad is a labour, working tirelessly every day.
When he return home, the daily earnings barely cover our necessities,and often we go to bed or spend the day with out a proper meal.
As the day went by,I grew in to a young adult, around 18 or 20 year old.i started helping my dad,and our family,s situation gradually improved life is looking up.
But one fatefully day,I returned home from work to find a huge crowd gathered outside our house.i rushed to my mom,who was sitting in a corner, weeping.what happened mom?I asked and she delivered the devastating news.your dad had an accident and pass away.the moment I heard those words,it fell like the world had crumbled around me.i broke down in tear,some peoples in the crowd tried to comfort me, and eventually we buried my dad.
Once again,our home was plunged in to poverty.