My mom is very good. In the 1990s, she hung on order to feed three children. She worked, planted a garden, and hanged at night to get on time. Once a aunt, the wife of my father’s brother, said that since my mother is well-trained, all her nephews should walk bound from head to foot. Mom was even confused. But my brother did not get confused and said that since my aunt is chasing a car for sale, we, her nephews, must always walk drunk.