I will post some of my daily nagging, sighing, and complaining, and each chapter will reflect my true feelings. It is so difficult to raise a son, and it hurts so much. The animosity on social media is getting worse and worse. Occasionally (no, as long as my son's bad words are involved, I will turn into a charcoal in a second) I can't control my bad words. I hope my heart will become softer and softer, and I hope everyone can treat others with kindness.
Concept: Mood Essay