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    It seems that every story has to have a conclusion.

    I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't write a perfect ending to Joan's story.

    Poor sleep quality.

    Often I only slept for two hours a day.

    Be busy with many things.  Sometimes, I will watch the news at sixes and sevens.  Time passed quickly, as if I just lay down on the sofa, raised my head, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already 11:00 noon.

    The sound of singing began to sound from the hot spring center opposite.

    Every day at 11 o'clock, the singing starts on time.

    Very upset.  But there is no way.

    The study room has been refurbished.  The computer that has been dormant for a year has regained its brilliance because of the purchase of a printer.

    I can't remember how many times I moved the computer.

    From the balcony, to the south of the bedroom, and then to the north.

    The network cable was pulled back and forth, and finally stopped.  Because the length of the network cable has reached the extreme.

    Sort the books on the shelf.  It's not a very troublesome thing.  But I still feel like wasting precious time.

    The extra space is for children's school supplies.

    His books and stationery are particularly dazzling.

    I told him that my mother has read most of these books.

    He opened his eyes wide.

    "Mom, do you really want to be a linguist?"

    "A linguist?" I was surprised.

    "What is a linguist?" I asked.

    "It's just people who love reading books"

    It turned out to be like this.

    The world of children is pure and innocent.

    Once, I told him that my mother wrote you a letter.

    "Oh oh where? Where?"

    "Mom posted it on the Internet. Mom will read it to you, okay?"

    "well¡­"

    He sat down obediently.

    I took out my phone and read it to him sentence by sentence.

    I asked him countless times, did you understand?

    "It seems to understand a little bit." He said.

    Did not wait for me to finish reading.  He is impatient.

    "OkayokayMom, why is it so long?"

    He didn't understand my expectations and fantasies about him.

    When I really get along with my children, I understand the difficulties of being a parent.

    I don't have enough time for him.

    I can't stand his vexatious and playful personality.

    I always ask him too much with strict standards.

    "Hey, you can't do this"

    "Hey, why don't you do your homework?"

    "Hey, why don't you finish your meal"

    "When writing, why don't you raise your head"

    For my yelling and threats, I still listened to them at first, but gradually stopped listening to instructions at all.

    There is a problem with my education method.

    But I lost patience with educating children.

    Could it be three minutes of heat?  It has only been 26 days since Zeng wrote "To you who is seven years old" on the paper with tears in his eyes.

    After all, I am not a qualified mother.

    My mother came from a distant hometown just to help me take care of the children.

    Been away from home for many years.

    ? I seldom confide in my parents.

    The hesitant to speak on a phone call made my mother hear what was on her mind.

    Resolutely giving up everything will also help me to tide over the difficulties.

    Sometimes I feel that the world is difficult and difficult to support.

    In order to accompany my child to make up for the debts of the past seven years, I decided to resign and take care of him at home.

    But the reality is cruel.

    Life without money is hard.

    So, on the third day after submitting the resignation report, I asked the leader for the resignation report.

    Fall into a space of bewilderment.

    Children, work, money

    My responsibility, my way home

    Sometimes, everything does not need a clear result.

    In the vast sea of ??people, meeting is fate.

    In a short life, parting is always staged.

    Everyone plays a different role.

    Everyone has tried their best.

    In order to live better.

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