Richardson, when I was almost buried by the assignments in this afternoon, I thought about your words. “Focus on work instead on Mr. Ho.” I kept telling myself this and found that the work became less heavy.

When I was back from work at 6:30, Dan was cooking in the kitchen. She had bought chicken and potatoes (“I know how much you like potatoes. Thus I bought FIVE back.” Dan said.) However, during the cooking process, I was too hungry to control myself and I reached out my fork for some potatoes once in a while. Dan pretended to scold me, but she turned aside so that I could take a big potatoes chunk. About 20 minutes later, two dishes were finished and transformed to simple living room. Clare jumped up from the bunk and took a close seat to the table. Like me, she liked potatoes very much. Then, we three were sitting together and eating what we cooked.