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When I was a small boy my family was very poor. My father always used his savings to 21 my mother to visit her parents who lived far away. There was just my younger brother and myself in the house. One evening Dad came home from 22 and there was no food in the house, not 23 a piece of bread. Although we were 24 , my brother and I went to bed without eating anything. My father had no money, but I knew from the 25 on his face that he could not let us have an empty stomach. He 26 the house and about two hours later returned and quickly 27 us up. He had in his hand two small potato pies, which he gave us to eat. I don't know where he got the 28 but somehow he 29 to get us something to eat. My father had not eaten and had worked all day 30 he sat there with great satisfaction watching us eat. This has 31 stayed in my mind and left more of an impression than any amount of 32 he may ever have given me. At that moment, I felt happy knowing that he was there and would not let us | 
