After coming home, it was like being the talking point for the schoolboy when I came home and I just fell silent and acted and waited for my brother to come home thinking we were going home and being able to eat together at the dinner table and have a good chat but the fact that the empty dining table was right there was no one with side dishes and enough rice to eat myself with my brother. , and we eat deliciously even though it's just a simple side dish that makes us very happy to run straight to the room to change clothes and get ready to relax and read a book. Books are my way of entertaining myself, because reading books I can go with my own imagination, my own mind, make all the things I read into a very fun fantasy. Accompanied by a glass of warm milk, I saw my brother next to me. Knock it again and everyone in the house no one hears it like a secret signal and only I'm the one who's terrored by it.
The room was actually just a regular room to store items containing both bad and good memories. The night has come, i met my father and mother not only saw my brother, I went into the room and immediately kicked the blanket and I went to sleep, in the wood-roofed room and I'm sure if i'm going to sleep tonight I'll be disturbed by the sound of the door knocking in the back room it's like from there I still guess where the sound is coming from. Right like last night right at ten o'clock over five o'clock the night I woke up and the sound was again heard in my ears this Knock... Knock.. Her voice wasn't as rowdy as usual, but somehow it kind of got into my ear what it was possible because I was a little girl so I could hear that little voice. Ah, it's impossible to think if I've been in high school first grade still thinking that's impossible, then I brought a blanket and walked into a room full of good or bad memories.
