Strange Story

My mom has me assigned to wash the dishes. I washed the dishes for a while. I was doing pretty good. The dishes were his own. Because my brother worked, he couldn't be at home. In the winter I filled the coal bucket, burned it, and poured the coal buckets.

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When the coals were finished, they were ordered, and the coals that came in front of the house were drawn by the wheelbarrow. I was getting ten pounds from my mother in return. This is for forty bags of coal. I took twenty pounds if the bag number was eighty. Each bag weighs thirty pounds.

Anyway I came to my room on the second floor because it came summer. The next day, I handed the dishes over to my mother. My mother is washing the dishes with the water from the solar energy, sometimes her hands are cold and aching. We have a dishwasher. She's using her between. Yusuf and I insist that he use the dishwasher, but my mother reads it.

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Maybe it's the way to save money. Our conviction; electricity Maybe my mother has a reason we don't. Children do not understand their mothers, but mothers understand their children very well. I'm sure of that.

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