A week ago there appeared a pile of letters, booklets, and scraps of paper in my father’s room.
Every time I saw it from the entrance, I tried to think out a best way to have my father to clean it.
My mother said that he became irritated when she mentioned the untidiness.
I was about to present him a binder and clear pockets to file the papers.
But I didn’t, because my mother said that it wouldn’t work.
Instead, I said to my father yesterday, “Why there is a pile of paper scraps in the floor of your room? I’m afraid important documents will be lost.”
Surprisingly, the pile of papers disappeared in the evening.
When I mentioned this to my mother, she showed me her palm, saying “it took five days.”
Every time I saw it from the entrance, I tried to think out a best way to have my father to clean it.
My mother said that he became irritated when she mentioned the untidiness.
I was about to present him a binder and clear pockets to file the papers.
But I didn’t, because my mother said that it wouldn’t work.
Instead, I said to my father yesterday, “Why there is a pile of paper scraps in the floor of your room? I’m afraid important documents will be lost.”
Surprisingly, the pile of papers disappeared in the evening.
When I mentioned this to my mother, she showed me her palm, saying “it took five days.”