like many children, i had a happy childhood under the care and love of my parents. my mother took me to the kindergarten and home every day. i thought mother was so kind and healthy that she would never get sick.

　　but one day, my father went to the kindergarten to get me back. i asked, "why doesn’t my mother come?""she is sick, and she is in hospital. "said father. i felt sad and frightened. then i began to cry. "don’t cry or mother would worry. you should be a good child." i seemed to understand my mother was too tired. i made up my mind i would look after my mother from then on.