I felt a chill in my heart.
My father had returned from his run and waved at us.
"Your father and I, we've both gotten old. Sometimes, when I look at your brother, I really feel that all his hard work is worthless. Thankfully," my mother placed her hand on my neck, gently stroking my hair, "you are the most well-behaved child. If you were like Jiaming, it would be the death of us.
Your mother says, it doesn't matter who you hang out with now that you're this big, just don't go too far."
My father came over, wolfing down bread and coffee, then had the housekeeper serve up fried eggs, ham, and fruit. He looked at me, "You don't exercise in the morning either."
Who says he's old? He's always been stronger than me.
"We have a basketball game against the Consulate Office this afternoon, and I can't afford to get hurt before the match," I said.
