papa never complains about his work, though sometimes he utters fuck when he has a bad night sleep.
i guess there are just two things could fix him, dessert and football. oh maybe including rice
during tutor time this morning, i had nothing to do 'cause he was totally focusing on counting,so i open the blank book the Anelects of confucious, it said, 知者不惑、仁者不憂、勇者不懼. none of these three items has been accomplished by myself. that's why i'm always being anxious.
mama always complains about her life, too often, too often, so no one would actually listen to her .
what a weird family, i have to say.
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