[Daily note] tears of regret

The manuscript that I worked hard for three days suddenly disappeared. What filled my heart was panic and uneasiness. At first I put the written manuscript on the edge of the bed, but the mother took the sheets and went to the sun. I was anxious to yell: "The manuscript? The manuscript I wrote? Why is it gone?" The mother hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, and the tarnished face showed some concern: "What manuscript? I have never seen it." With resentment running downstairs to the sheets, I searched for the unsightly paper along the way. When I first ran downstairs, my mother ran down in a panic: "Is it found?" "No!" The disappointing answer was mixed with the anger. I walked upstairs heavily and muttered in my mouth: "Where is it?" and the mother's footsteps are heavier. I shed tears with regret and my mother was crying with disappointment.
After a while, I found the manuscript on the table in another bedroom. I was so happy and puzzled. How could it be here? I thought about it carefully. I forgot to be here when I checked the information in the morning. Really should not be! I fell into tears again.

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[Daily note] tears of regret

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