My dearest children, Experiencing so many fatal events in life makes me tough enough to see the world and makes me sturdy enough to deal with things including protecting and guiding my children—you. I always tell my friends that I am boring and demanding when I stand on the platform in the classroom or when I face my duty and my responsibility—you. Can you sense it? “If not, please tell me. I’LL DO MORE TO YOU,” Chris said, clenching the teeth.) My husband used to be jealous about you, saying that I did too much to you. I just said to him that I am your homeroom teacher. Perhaps he is right. I did too much to you because I asked you to do this and do that. “Momo, don’t think too much. You are too picky.” “Dexter, did you upload your paper?” “Ed, go to school on time.” “Kenny G, are you sure you want to stay in the English department?” “Peter, if you don’t know how to do it, you need to ask.” “Kevin, deal with your affair carefully.” “X...