Father always ready for a brawl
Mom can't tolerate Sis. at all
Sister hates me and talk to me very few.
In the playground
Friends are always be gay and sportive about my family!
Sometimes make me wound
Few don't know nothing but fight happily
I can dissolve among them
And easily flowing
I can never fit me at home
Mom waits to beat me and Sis for enjoying!
I feel bore at home and alone...
At night before bed i can saw the tenderness,
Can hear the drops from dry bone
Hug of vanity and kisses turn out my sleepless
You're a little kid again
A boy of 3 years old