I went to school early to pick him up from school today, and then he told me that the teacher had assigned homework today and he had to go home to do it. Well, it’s pretty good. It’s really good. I’m still thinking about my homework. When I got home, I started cooking, and the ch

I went to school early to pick him up from school today, and then he told me that the teacher had assigned homework today and he had to go home to do it.

Well, it’s pretty good. It’s really good. I’m still thinking about my homework.

When I got home, I started cooking, and the children started doing homework. As before, we each started our own mode.

If nothing unexpected happened, today would not be the same as last time, but the surprise still came.

A "wow" sound was heard from the living room to the kitchen.

still has the familiar rhythm, and the cry is as loud as ever.

is still the same familiar scene, it is simply copy and paste from last time.

still has the same action, and the notebook is scratched by the eraser again.

thought that his mood had stabilized after I enlightened him last time, so he went to ask him again this time: Do I need to practice before writing?

Haha, it doesn’t work, it seems I still have to cry.

That's it, I did my thing, and he cried his own. After crying for a long time, he finally calmed down.

When the food was brought to the table, I asked him if he wanted to eat before writing. Is there anything you like?

When he saw his favorite dishes on the table, he agreed to eat first and then do his homework. At this time, I said to him: I am not satisfied with the food I cooked and I want to make it again.

gave him a taste and he said it was delicious and wouldn't let me make it again.

So I said, I want to learn from you and do things well, but I don’t think what I did is delicious. I want to make it again like you. If it doesn’t taste good later, I will have to make it again.

Because he was too hungry, he wouldn't let me do it again. At this time, I explained the truth that I should explain, and he could listen to it.

After finishing the homework, I told him: Just put the notebook on the table. When your father comes back in the evening, you can let him see how your handwriting is.

was so angry that my heart ached. After thinking about it, I couldn’t hit him, scold him, or show anger, for fear that he would be tired of studying in the future.

It seems that I can only hide away by myself, and wait until I finish crying.