Childhood

¡§Wake up, wake up my dear little girl,¡¨ said a soft voice. How could it be so soft? Am I still dreaming? Just than the voice said again, ¡§Wai wai, be a good girl. Wake up or you will be late.¡¨ Slowly I open my eyes.
Once I really think of things happen like that, mother calling me Wai wai and wake me up in a soft voice. It was a good time, when I was just five. Mother was so kind to me, just like an angle. It was the right for me too stay in bed for a longer time. But now she was not an angle, only a woman that yells and cried her daughter to wake up. Stay in bed for longer no way!
When I was five, mother would kindly wake me up, then lead me the way to the washroom. Helping me to make the toothpaste, watching me to brush my teeth. After dressing up the tidy, clean school uniform, we would have breakfast to...