After school, I was busy on rushing home, to show my mom, XXX (for personal information, I just write XX drop, don't blame me Oh) you're awesome, I'm a little smug.
I was happy all afternoon, and then I went to my mom and asked her, "When is dad coming back?" Mom said, "Around 7:00 p.m." Mom rubbed my head after she said that.
It was seven o'clock at night. Seven-fifteen, almost eight o'clock. Dad finally pushed his way in and I immediately rushed up and helped him with his things. Then he saw a big piece of paper in my hand, and he didn't know what it was, and asked, "What's that in your hand?" I said, "My test paper. "Give it to me," Dad asked. I gave it to dad.
What, only ninety points? Dad asked. Mom rushed up and said, "That's a good grade for a son to get." Dad said, "Aren't there enough screwed up test papers in the world?" I was so sad to hear that I stormed out of the hall and ran to my room and lost my voice.
I'm so lucky I have a loving mother and a strict father.
Father and mother both showed "love" to me like that."
Um, I don't know if I typed it right or not, you guys judge.