Suddenly one day, my sister called and said she would be back in three days. Mother calculated the date, and as soon as my sister came home on Saturday, she went out shopping immediately. Just one day later, my mother prepared a lot of dishes and whispered "What is missing?" So I began to clean my sister's room again. After working for half a day, the room was spotless and people could be seen on the ground. I don't understand, why are they all born by one mother, and why is there such a big gap between my sister and me?
Saturday has finally arrived, and my sister is going home. My mother calls three times a day and urges my father to pick up my sister again and again, which makes my father's ears calluses. I'm a little unhappy, hum! What's the big deal? Isn't it just coming back once? Is it necessary to be so grand? I feel like a college student at home. I knew that if I didn't go home at ordinary times, I would enjoy such a generous "treatment" if I went home for ten days and a half.
My sister came back, and the family sat together, talking and laughing. I felt particularly warm at home. I finally understand that a happy family together is the real happiness.