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occurred before the National Day last year. One day after school, my mother told me an unfortunate news: the old aunt got the late stage of cancer, it is almost impossible. I am stunned. I can't imagine how the days of the old aunt would be tormented. I can't imagine how I lost my old aunt. How can I feel sad? I am paralyzed again. The old lady had a pale face, no blood on her face, chapped lips, deep wrinkles, my eyes were wet for a week, and the bad news came from the mouth of the adults. I don't believe it, I believe, a meeting a week ago turned out to be the last meeting between me and my aunt. That time, the figure of the old aunt was deeply imprinted on my mind and could never be erased. My love for me is really strong and strong, always warming my heart. 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