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　　I had the meanest mother in the whole world．While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have porridge, eggs or toast．When others had Cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich．But at least I wasn’t alone when I was sad．My sister and two brothers had the same mean(刻薄的)mother as I did．

　　My mother preferred to know where we were all the time．She had to know who our friends were and where we were going．We had to clean clothes and take a bath every day．The other kids got to wear the same clothes for days．We could not lie in bed “sick” in order to miss school．

　　The worst is yet to come．We had to be in bed by nine each night and get up at eight the next morning．We couldn’t sleep till noon like our friends．So while they slept, my mother was brave to break the Child Labour Law．She made us work．We had to wash dishes, make beds, and learn to cook and all sorts of things at home．I believe she lay awake thinking up all things for us to do．

　　My mother was a complete failure as a mother．Two of her children received higher education．None of us have ever been arrested(taken away by the police)or divorced．She forced us to grow up into educated and honest adults．I am trying to raise my three children this way．I am filled with pride when my children call me “mean”．Why? Because now I thank God every day for giving me the meanest mother in the world．

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　　I usually get up at 5∶00．I make coffee, go to my desk and work．When my boys get up, I'm theirs．I follow the min to the kitchen and make them breakfast．While they're eating, I make their lunch, pick out their school clothes and get the little one dressed．

　　My wife takes them to school．I bring them home．I am not the only father at the school gate．The boys and I walk the 12 blocks home unless the weather is terrible．Then we take the subway．I remind them of looking out, like an animal looking after their babies．

　　At home, they play on the computer and the little one will draw, sometimes for hours．When their mother comes home, they run to her．She has been in the official day and tired, but her attention is all on them．

　　I have made dinner．We sit down and eat together．After they do their homework, Karen takes them to bed．I listen to the noise of the boys' and their mother's voice．

　　One afternoon when we were on the way home from school, the boys and I stopped at the clothing store．The saleswoman looked at the boys and said to me in a low voice, “You're Mr．Mom, aren't you?” I felt very angry．I'm not Mr．Mom．That's not how I look at myself．The boys have a mother, a wonderful mother．She works outside the home, I work in the home．We are parents together．I'm a father!

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