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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The economy is in shambles.


My mood is dark now.



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My dad just got retrenched.

When an offer for a job came , he took it.


But now they retracted it.



It began with that ominous phone call today.

Dad was lying in bed ,thinking of his prospects.

I was reading a book in my room.


I heard voices. The tone my dad used when he was in serious trepidation.

He was talking, in a rushed manner, when he suddenly stopped.

I realized why, the other party had just slammed down the phone.


Apparently for them, it was over. There was no negotiation.


It destroyed him.

I sneaked a look through the crack in the door.

All i saw was the back of my dad.

His shoulders hunched as if an invisible weight was suddenly placed upon him.

He looked defeated. He looked old.


Veritas

QIJIAN


TALK




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