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12/08: Farewell
She had always been a figure of authority, tall, stern and unsmiling. I remembered the tiny booklet, where she would record my wrongdoings, and made me sign on it, before meting out punishment, which would leave me sobbing with long throbbing welts decorating my bottom. She was always strict but seldom unreasonable. As a kid then, I always made it a point to stay out of her way as much as possible till night comes.He would usually arrive home from work by around ten. He would greet her with a hearty laughter, which never failed to melt her stern mask. If he was not tired after his shower, he would dangle his car keys at his kids mischievously. A few of them would immediately shoot their arms out to volunteer to go get supper with him. Those days, a car ride was considered a luxurious adventure.
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