Like many children, I had a happy childhood under the care and love of my parent. My mother took me to the kindergarten and home every day. I thought mother wa o kind and healthy that he would never get ick.
But one day, my father went to the kindergarten to get me back. I aked, "Why doen’t my mother come?""She i ick, and he i in hopital. "aid Father. I felt ad and frightened. Then I began to cry. "Don’t cry or mother would worry. You hould be a good child." I eemed to undertand my mother wa too tired. I made up my mind I would look after my mother from then on.