Today, as soon as I walked out of my house, I saw a little boy at my door. Ordinary people might be thinking, "How could a boy show up at my door?" But I was different. What I was thinking was, "What kind of lunatic would leave a little boy at my door?"
I am already in the third grade of junior high school, and I have a tight schedule and heavy tasks. I can't even take care of eating, so how can I have time to take care of boys younger than me?
Out of politeness, I asked him his name and age. Unexpectedly, he looked younger than me but within a few months of me.
He said that his parents were working away from home, and his grandmother had Alzheimer's disease and passed away. He also said he knew my mother.
Now that he knows my mother, it will be easier to handle. Leave him to my mother to take care of him.
Unexpectedly, my mother was busier than me, so I had no choice but to bring it myself.
Intention: Writing this article is a bit of a whim.