Personal Narrative: The Day My Dad Died

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The Day My Dad Died

It all happened 7 years ago on July 17, 2009. My dad became sick whenever I was 9 months old e always had to go to the hospital every morning at 8 or 9 for ____A month before he died he went to Dr. Casey, and got some medicine that could affect his kidneys. The doctor didnt even check his kidneys and throughout that month no one told me what was going on with my dad.I went to his house like I normally did, but he wasn’t the same anymore. I could tell something was wrong, but all that I knew was that he was sick.
My dad was usually a fun guy we always had fun when I was with him, but over the last few months, I had noticed that he had gotten worse. I went home to my mom on Sunday and i asked her what’s wrong with my

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