My 5-year-old daughter came back from the walk unhappy.
There was a dialogue:
I: What has happened?
I hated children since childhood.
I : Why?
Their daughters prevent them from riding on the hill because they are riding on their own. They ask for sandals.
Don’t go and ride yourself.
There are still mothers of children. I do not like them either.
I : why?? to
Daughters: They are giving birth to children. When they stop, you don’t ride on the hill.