My wife is the primary teacher. After dinner my wife was watching the class one's book. My Mrs.'s eyes are shaken by seeing the book. I was sitting nearby watching TV. Looking at Mrs. I see my wife wiping her tears. I was surprised to ask what happened, why are you crying!!! My Mrs said.. an essay came in the class one exam. ′′ my wish ′′ -- So what happened to crying!! -- I have seen all the books. Well written by everyone -- so? -- I couldn't handle myself after seeing someone's account. My eyes are filled with tears. -- Well tell me what that baby wrote. Mrs started reading the essay..... I wish I could be a smartphone. My parents love smartphones very much. But does not love me. My dad takes his smartphone wherever he goes. But doesn't take me along. My mother quickly calls me when the phone comes. But it doesn't come to me even if I cry. My father plays games on smartphone. But don't play with me. I tell my father don't take me in your lap father. But dad doesn't take me in his lap. The smartphone is always in father's lap. I go and tell my mother, mother, come on, you will play with me a little. But my mom gets angry at me and says, you can't see I'm chatting with your uncle now. My parents wipe out the smartphone everyday. But doesn't cuddle me a bit. When my mom talks to dad on the phone, mom gives dad a puppy on the smartphone. But my mother didn't give me a puppy even for a single day. My father sleeps with a smartphone near his head. But never sleeps hugging me. My mother charges the smartphone four five times a day. But sometimes mom forgets to feed me. But my mother doesn't forget to charge the smartphone. That's why I will be a smartphone. My wish is to be a smartphone and be with my parents always. . After listening to the writing on my wife's mouth, I got very emotional and asked my wife.. -- who wrote this article? -- our child. I sat quietly for a while. Thinking about a lot of things. Tears started to fall in the eyes of me and my wife..... (Collected)

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