Shrimp nut salad

When I was 12 years old, I went to high school, and on September 1st of that year I left my mother's arms, took my bags and went to school and started to learn to grow independently... For me who missed home, there were many nights when the tears were wet through the sheets, but because every night teachers visited the bedroom, they never dared to cry, but they were covered in tears, their eyes were swollen, their noses were swollen, they were weak and fell asleep. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... at last, on Saturday, what a happy day, always getting up early to pack up what to bring home, running to home as soon as the last class of the morning, how light it was, how happy it was! Staying at home one night, opening my eyes until Sunday, returning to school in the afternoon, always starting at noon, feeling in a state of panic, at one, two, three, four, and finally not waiting, leaving the house with tears. My mother always sends me to the creek at the village entrance, and then he repeats, so I must take care of my body and then wave with my mother. I didn't really know what to do. Now I'm a child's mother and I know what body is and what care is。