My parents raised me with pity since I was born.
My mother will wake me up to school every morning as well as cooking and driving me.
My father wake up rather late because my farther likes to work until night every day but my father would come and get me after school everyday.
Every evening my mom will cook the delicious and eat all the whole family. After the dinner my parents are teaching my homework. When I did something wrong , my father would warn and teach me the right thing. But my mom likes to hit me, always, I cried. I'm angry and I hate it. Until I grow up, I under stand why my mom did. Because she wanted me to grow as a person as well. I believe all the things that parents do. They made with love and regards.