Nur Fatmawati
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My red crayon
I saw a red crayon there,
instantly it made me think of my past. Coloring is a job that is so hard for
me. I remember once that I tore up my book when I could not color perfectly. I
hate coloring, until finally my mom asks my uncle to come. He has a bad habit
of being late. My uncle came to my home to help me. Her hair turn white and start thinning she
also has no neck. I have 2 hours to study with him. I am happy, and when he
comes he always brings me new books or comics.
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