He photocopied his Romance of the Three Kingdoms, pages and pages of them, and cut out the comic strips one by one. I told him, journal not so important, do other homework first. So he got up at 5 a.m. in the morning to continue cutting the rest. 5 a.m. He even got his twin brother to help him.
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She would fiercely guard her journal. She says it’s a private conversation with you and refuses to let me read. Once, when she was writing her journal, I sat beside her to read the newspapers (by the way, she’s also started reading the newspapers now). I wasn’t even looking at her. She said, what are you doing, Mummy. I said, I’m reading the newspapers in your room, I want to save electricity, don’t want to turn on more lights. Slowly, she shifted away from me so that I couldn’t peep, and continued writing.
