today is the first day of te new term. i got up early and checked my wintcr vacation homework before going to sclool.
while i was busy clearing up the books, father came in with a glass of milk in his hand, "drink it up, boy ."father said to me gently.
i was in such a hurry that ipaid no attention whether the milk was hot or not. i drank a mouthful and cried with the sound of the broken glass. "what's the matter.?" father asked
