My Father Is Not My Father
This experience happened when I was fifth years old. I lived in Cibunar. I remember I had an embarrasing experince.
It’s happened when my father’s friend was visiting to our house. That time I wasn’t at house. I was playing around my house. Because of that, I know that in my house had a guest. My father’s guest was a male. His height a bit different then my father’s.
I saw my father was talking with his friend. And I thought my father wore a white clothes. I ran to him and hugged him. But when I saw him, he was not my father but my father’s friend. And then I apologize to him. It was so embarassing.
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