November 4, 1996 was a day I shall never forget.
At 9 o'clock that night, I was told that something serious had happened in my family. I hurried home from school. When I saw many of my father's fellow workers in his bedroom, I knew the worst thing had happened . I pushed my way into the room and saw Father lying in bed , covered with a white sheet①. I rushed to him, lifted the white sheet with trembling hands, and caught sight of his pale face with his eyes tightly closed. In despair I shook his shoulders, crying, “Dad! Dad! ” But his mouth never opened. Tears began running down my cheeks.
