Diary of the Fall of the Beautiful Mother

Standing outside the bathroom door, listening to the lurid sound of running water, I really want to open the bathroom door and go in to find out. However, I finally retreated, I lost to the heart of the timidity! I am very depressed, head down, the tent, but back to the living room, bored waiting for my mother in the bathroom. I didn’t feel it before, but since I went to high school, I began to have some strange feelings towards the women around me. There is no doubt that I know nothing more than my mother and sister!