My family

I have a happy and warm home. My family members are father, mother and me. I am an ordinary family of three. Tell you, my family is a typical "father and mother" family.

There is a strict mother at home. I remember once, my math homework was done, and I gave it to my mother to check. She found that I was doing the wrong question, and because I was too careless, she said very seriously: "What happened to you, so Simple question, you are wrong, I will make a few more, see if you are still wrong?" Another time, I was playing alone at home, making my home mess. After my mother came back, I found that my family was very chaotic and knew that it was mine. "Masterpieces", I asked me to sort out immediately, I dare not resist, I know the serious consequences of resistance. It is because I have such a mother, I have a lot of small problems, small defects, with the help of my mother, have been overcome and corrected one by one.

There is also a father who loves reasoning at home. Once, Dad was playing the trick game he liked. I watched it next time and wanted to play. Dad said that I would wait for another meeting, but after half an hour, my father still sat there and was still playing, I was angry. When I grabbed it, I was happy to play, and my father was not angry. I promised to play for an hour. An hour later, Dad came to me on time and saw that I had not stopped. He said to me sternly: "Okay, can't play, and playing more will be addictive, it will affect the study." Dad I told you the truth, but also said that a small country student is obsessed with playing games, do not eat for a few days, and finally die next to the computer. After listening to me, I nodded and consciously shut down the computer and began to do my homework seriously. My dad rarely hits me and yells at me. Whenever I make a mistake, he always tells me a lot of truth in a calm manner. Every time I can say that I am convinced.

Of course, this naughty me is indispensable in the family. I remember one night, I watched my mother holding a knife with eyebrows and felt very curious. I secretly took a play and played it. Playing and playing, I accidentally broke my hand. Fortunately, I was in a hurry and used a clean paper to press it in a bloody place. After a while, the blood did not flow, and my hand recovered. I am a mother. Do not pay attention to secretly put back in place, I thought: good risk. Many days have passed. I have never dared to tell my mother about this matter. I will not play these dangerous games in the future, so as not to worry my parents.

I grew up in a family full of joy and fun. I love my home and I hope that I can grow up quickly and thank my parents.

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