Lik many childrn, I had a happy childhood undr th car and lov of my parnts. My mothr took m to th kindrgartn and hom vry day. I thought mothr was so kind and halthy that sh would nvr gt sick. But on day, my fathr wnt to th kindrgartn to gt m back. I askd, Why dosnt my mothr com?Sh is sick, and sh is in hospital. said Fathr. I flt sad and frightnd. Thn I bgan to cry. Dont cry or mothr would worry. You should b a good child. I smd to undrstand my mothr was too tird. I mad up my mind I would look aftr my mothr from thn on.