I am daddy's little girl. We are two siblings. I'm the eldest. My father will wake me up in the evening because he brought a gallon of ice cream. When it is time for mushrooms, he whistles or calls me to get a basket. Sometimes, we go out on a bamboo-made raft to fish. My fishing pole is small. Then, he will swing it for me. Oh, I'm the first one who caught the fish! Hooray!
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Childhood Memories with My Father
August 7, 2018
I am daddy's little girl. We are two siblings. I'm the eldest. My father will wake me up in the evening because he brought a gallon of ice cream. When it is time for mushrooms, he whistles or calls me to get a basket. Sometimes, we go out on a bamboo-made raft to fish. My fishing pole is small. Then, he will swing it for me. Oh, I'm the first one who caught the fish! Hooray!
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