It was time for Chuchu to start writing her essay.
In the past, when she was in the lower grades, an essay could not be called an essay. It should be said that it was writing a description of the pictures. Two to three hundred words were enough. Chuchu felt she couldn't finish writing and it wasn't satisfying enough.
Now that the word count had risen to six to seven hundred words, the other children were grimacing in pain while she was the only one who enjoyed it.
The essay that day was about the changes in a family member. It sounded difficult to write, but in fact, it was about the children's ability to observe and empathize with their loved ones. They were asked to write down their true feelings.
The next day, many people came up with materials. Many students in the class wrote about their mother's white hair. Why did their mother start to have small wrinkles and white hair when they were still young?
However, Chuchu wrote her father.
