I used to be happy when I was a little child but had no idea. What I once judged an enormous cliche, today I can acknowledge that is pretty much real. Going back home, throw my backpack onto my bed and rushed back way to play with my sister and friends was my routine. That was no time to waste. When back home, I sat down with my parents and my older sister to savory my mother yummy’s dishes. At that moment, we used to talk about things that happened in our days, and very soon, my sister and I had to mind the washing up. It was just about time…