(Continuation from yesterday)

When I come back home at midnight, the light was turned on and the textbooks of world history, Japanese classics and English vocable were scattering, and

my daughter dropped off to sleep on my futon,

One or two times of such a thing in a week has happened, and I don't understand the reason.

I say "I have to work from now, and go out of my room soon", and she leave for her room with rubbing the sleep from her eyes and displeased face.

Looking her back, I always wonder if she feels bad by my futon's smells.

"Though she often complains my smell, she actually love me, doesn't she?"

Unfortunately I can't have a circuit of thought that generates the above optimistic concept.

I am a professional researcher and engineer at any rate.

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From the objective viewpoint, this is a typical sample to show you

"Teenagers rack monster that they can sleep on the top of raw garbage mountain"

in conclusion.