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Kunthe Skrzat Short Story and Poem Pages HOME SHORT STORY POEM FOSSIL SPECIAL THANKS CONTACT QUOTE OTHER BLOG Saturday, February 25, 2012 In mid-season replacement Changing of the seasons have passed on without something privileges. When I was born into this world, and began to gasp for air, I cried just like most other babies in this world. When I stepped on childhood, I lost my father. My father died of an accident, my father was hit by a car while crossing the street. My mother was very