Yesterday, I saw a boy and his father, who live in near my house. The father asked, blaming what his son bought, and where he went. The son didn't tell anything. I was worried about him, Because last time, the father had told his son , using some bad words. So, I sat on a chair far from them, hearing what they were talking about. While listening to their talking, I realized I couldn't help anything. The only thing I could do is waiting for the end. I don't want to criticize his father's behavior or son's purchasing. Today, I want to talk about how many children are loved by their family.  

Back to my childhood, I felt loved by my family. My father was so busy that he didn't stay together over for 3~4 months, but I know he loved me enoughly. And, my mother treated me as unique and valuable person. She trusted my choices and potentials. When I talked about my dream, she was a supporter.  

By the way, I have one memory about my friend at a elementary student. He was wearing the same clothes all the time. His friends teased him for his everyday same clothes. After the day, He changed his looks with new ones. In my memory, his parents divorced. I don't know why I remenber this event until now. But, I guess there were other kids around me that had scar of mind like their parent's divorce or violation to him.  

It's time to wrap it up.

Have a nice day.

Bye :)