you start living alone. expectation: you develop yourself like crazy, learn eight languages at once and cook complex dishes. reality: you poop with the door open..
Sometimes my daughter’s classmates come to visit me and say they want to play on the console. Like any father, I, of course, am a little nervous: you understand, they are 13, hormones can even break my console...
The parent meeting resembles a gathering of a sect - everyone listens attentively to the teacher, then gives him money and thoughtfully disperses in the twilight!