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My father died when I was five. It was hard on us all. My brother，who is eight years older than me，began to watch over my mother and me.
Because of my father's death，my mother was forced to get a full-time job. My brother would get me up for school，and make me breakfast. While I was eating，he would lay out my clothes，and gather my school books up. Hand in hand，we would walk to the bus stop. As we waited，he would play games my father used to play with me. He did his best to make me happy，and he succeeded every time.
When we arrived home from school，we were alone for about half an hour，until mom was home from work. He would sit me down with three cookies and find something for dinner，having everything ready for mom，so she could start cooking.
It was a Saturday in June a couple of years later. My mother and I were at the store. They had the Father's Day cards out. I looked at the cards. My mom said，"Honey，I know this is a hard time for you. "I said，"No，mom，that's not it. Why don't they have Brother's Day cards？"
She smiled and said，"You're right，your brother has certainly been a father to you. Go ahead and choose a card. "
So I did. On Father's Day，my mother and I sat my brother down and gave him the card.
As he read it，I saw his eyes watering. My mom said，"Son，your father is proud of you. You do your best to fill his shoes. We love you，and thank you. "