Today is a Sunday.
I cooked and did the laundry for Mom as a thanks for her taking care of me while I was sick.
My food wasn’t so good, though.
I wonder if I did the laundry okay. Dad ate my fried eggs even though I burnt hem.
He’s such a good Dad.
I think he might have been a bit rude to watch videos during breakfast, though.
I wonder why Dad’s shorts are so large.
They’re the size of my shirt.
Mom’s brassiere is big, too.
I wonder what that is about.