It’s really fun to return home after school. And then it’s really hard to go out. My friends go out almost everyday to meet friends, learn, practice, participate.

I used to think it was something with the house. It’s too cold or hot. Too much or lack of light. The stairs are too high.

When this feeling stayed while I changed homes, I started thinking it was me. Now I know it is me.

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Mom knows really well. She’s a super hero. She takes care of everything. She’s made out of soft and strong materials powered by huge battery which is her heart.

Sometimes I’m sad. In some cases I think I know why but in other I am not sure. This sadness is physical, in the stomach. When I try to not be sad I get angry at myself. I learned to be with the sadness so I get angry less but I still feel it in the stomach. Mom’s hug and voice reduce this pain.

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When Mom helps me go out after school I don’t want to and get angry. And then I go out and do out of home stuff. We don’t need to go out everyday. We need to not go out everyday.

Almost always I am happy I went out. And I get tired.