This is a story about me when I was 8 years old.
A boy came home from school with a drawing he'd made in class. He danced with joy into the kitchen, where his mother was preparing dinner.
"Mama, see this!", he said and waving the drawing to his mother.
His mother never looked up.
"What?" his mother said, arranging the plates and glasses.
"See this, Mama!" he excitedly told her, waving the drawing.
"What???", the mother said, pouring orange juice into glasses.
"Mama, you're not listening."
"Yes I am, son."
"Mama, you're not listening with your eyes", the boy said and left the kitchen quickly.
So, what do you feel if you are in that boy's situation?
Anyway, thanks for reading guys! :) Goodnight!
