My Independence Day story
I remember years ago when I sat with my loving dad, sharp every 8pm in our living room, every day, in front of the television, talking about the nation, corruption, development. He is such a good father to me, he told me everything he knew, explained me every single detail of issues that were broadcast. He taught me to think carefully, and to judge rationally without bias. And that was when I was 12 years old.
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