#My Childhood#I am the youngest in the family, and I am loved by my brothers and sisters, and my parents put more love on me. I remember one time I went to school because I was angry with my sister and didn't eat breakfast. I remember I was eight years old! Just in first grade.
Later, during the second class, the teacher called me and said that your sister had brought you food and bought fried dough sticks. In the third class, the teacher called me again, saying that your brother had come and brought you food, a piece of bread.
The teacher knew at a glance that this was no meal in the morning! I don't get angry when I see what I eat. Childhood is nurtured and brought up. Childhood is also particularly easy to satisfy!
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