Childhood is like a colorful diary, which records my joys, sorrows, and joys over the past few years. There is one thing that I can never forget, and it feels funny when I think about it now.
It was a sunny noon. I had just woken up from my nap and was taken to the classroom by the teacher. The teacher gave each of us a small bowl, which contained our afternoon snack-biscuits, although there was only one.