It was like the first time my mother brought home an eight-color Crayola from the public market – I was 3 or 4. I excitedly drew a life-sized yellow corn on a typewriting paper and waited for my older brother to come home from school. When he asked mom where his corn was, I laughed with much enthusiasm and gave him the fake corn. With mom’s full support, I thought it was so witty of me.
The same enthusiasm pushed me to accomplish all my duties early morning on a Saturday just to spend some hours on the PlayStation 1. This a strict policy in the house to be required of household chores before playing the “computer”. You know, things like sweep the floor, mop the stairs, clean the walls, burn some leaves, and the like.
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