The nephew asked if I was driving around me, suddenly looked up: "Master (home to uncle's nickname), you have a lot of scars on your face." I said yes? " He pointed to his face, saying that I also have one here. I asked him that he hurt, he said. Asked how hurt, he said that he was a pointed thorn. So, I told him how to write and pain, the nephew is very smart, and I will learn.
When I took a shower, I asked him, you are a boy or a girl, he said boy, I said that the boy is more than the girl, the nephew pointed to the following, the chicken chicken, I said, I don't know, I told him. Not just these, the male is called a man, the man fell, no matter how painful, he will get up.
I think I can't tell him too much now, I can't tell him about "pain" and "pain" are some kind of reflection of pathological states. I can only tell him how "pain" and "pain" are written, and there is also the truth that I climbed. Of course, I hope that I will write a note as a sub-gift in his ten-year-old birthday, asking him that he climbed up and did nothing; and 18 years old, I will give him a long letter to him. I have failed for more than 20 years, but I can't continue to fail.
