Many years ago, my family lived in China. When I was a little girl, my father went to work. At that time, he only could come back home every three months. But he often called and told us that, "We must be clever children." If we became bad children, he said that he would feel very sad.
My father said that to us again and again because he was worried that we would behave badly.
We knew that our parents had to endure much suffering in their lives.
When I grew up, I learned about this little by little. So now, I am very thankful.
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