21-07-2025, 07:30 PM
"Hmm... snoring..." Except for the sound of my father snoring in the bedroom with the door closed, the whole house was surprisingly quiet.
Maybe I heard it wrong, or maybe wild cats climbed onto my balcony. This happened often in the past. Because my mother was afraid of the dark, she took me with her to drive away the wild cats that mistakenly came to my balcony.
After listening carefully for a while, I didn't hear another sound from the balcony, so I had to walk to the stairs and saw my mother's shorts and bra under the stairs again.
Maybe my mother dropped it accidentally. I went down the stairs and picked up my mother's bra and shorts. Then I walked to the laundry room on the second floor and put them in the storage box. I looked at the washing machine and it said It was still more than half an hour before the laundry was finished. Looking at the 45-minute laundry setting, it seemed that my mother went out about ten minutes before I came back.
I didn't think much and walked back.
When I passed the balcony door again, I looked at it unconsciously. From the crack of the door, I saw that there was no light on the balcony. The previous sound must have been caused by the wild cat.
"Hmm... snoring..." Listening to my father's snoring coming from the room, I smiled and walked downstairs.
When I came downstairs, I went to my bedroom to change my clothes, then I came to the living room to sit down, thinking about waiting for my mother and Sam to come home.
While watching the yoga video being played on the TV, I thought of picking up the shorts and underwear that my mother had dropped on the stairs.
For me, it was actually okay to pick up my mother's underwear and shorts. Apart from feeling a little immoral, I had no other thoughts or emotions.
This is not what I want to say. What I want to say is that when I picked up my mother's shorts, I always felt that the shorts were a little wet, especially the crotch of the cotton shorts... Thinking of
this, I quickly shook my head. The thick suspicion made me a little upset.
It's because my mother's clothes haven't been dried yet, I can only think this way.
I sat like this in the living room for about ten minutes, but I smelled a faint smell of alcohol. Did I guess wrong, did my father drink alcohol at home? I looked at my phone and it happened to be 21:00 in the evening.
It's so late, where is mom?
I got up, turned off the TV, and walked to my bedroom, thinking that my mother would be back soon, and Sam, this guy, always goes home at this time when he doesn't have many babies.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" I was just about to open the bedroom door, but as if I was hallucinating, I heard a familiar slapping sound from upstairs, which made me look towards the second floor in horror.
Strangely enough, when I turned around to look, the sound of "papa..." seemed to have never been heard. I frowned. Did I hear it wrong?
As I said that, I climbed up the stairs. When I reached the corner, a "pop..." sound came again, and it was much clearer than what I heard downstairs.
I held my breath nervously and climbed to the second floor step by step.
"Snoring... snoring... snoring..." Dad's snoring still came from my parents' bedroom, but when I listened carefully again, except for dad's snoring, the "snap..." collision disappeared without a trace. trace.
Just when I was wondering.
Maybe I heard it wrong, or maybe wild cats climbed onto my balcony. This happened often in the past. Because my mother was afraid of the dark, she took me with her to drive away the wild cats that mistakenly came to my balcony.
After listening carefully for a while, I didn't hear another sound from the balcony, so I had to walk to the stairs and saw my mother's shorts and bra under the stairs again.
Maybe my mother dropped it accidentally. I went down the stairs and picked up my mother's bra and shorts. Then I walked to the laundry room on the second floor and put them in the storage box. I looked at the washing machine and it said It was still more than half an hour before the laundry was finished. Looking at the 45-minute laundry setting, it seemed that my mother went out about ten minutes before I came back.
I didn't think much and walked back.
When I passed the balcony door again, I looked at it unconsciously. From the crack of the door, I saw that there was no light on the balcony. The previous sound must have been caused by the wild cat.
"Hmm... snoring..." Listening to my father's snoring coming from the room, I smiled and walked downstairs.
When I came downstairs, I went to my bedroom to change my clothes, then I came to the living room to sit down, thinking about waiting for my mother and Sam to come home.
While watching the yoga video being played on the TV, I thought of picking up the shorts and underwear that my mother had dropped on the stairs.
For me, it was actually okay to pick up my mother's underwear and shorts. Apart from feeling a little immoral, I had no other thoughts or emotions.
This is not what I want to say. What I want to say is that when I picked up my mother's shorts, I always felt that the shorts were a little wet, especially the crotch of the cotton shorts... Thinking of
this, I quickly shook my head. The thick suspicion made me a little upset.
It's because my mother's clothes haven't been dried yet, I can only think this way.
I sat like this in the living room for about ten minutes, but I smelled a faint smell of alcohol. Did I guess wrong, did my father drink alcohol at home? I looked at my phone and it happened to be 21:00 in the evening.
It's so late, where is mom?
I got up, turned off the TV, and walked to my bedroom, thinking that my mother would be back soon, and Sam, this guy, always goes home at this time when he doesn't have many babies.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" I was just about to open the bedroom door, but as if I was hallucinating, I heard a familiar slapping sound from upstairs, which made me look towards the second floor in horror.
Strangely enough, when I turned around to look, the sound of "papa..." seemed to have never been heard. I frowned. Did I hear it wrong?
As I said that, I climbed up the stairs. When I reached the corner, a "pop..." sound came again, and it was much clearer than what I heard downstairs.
I held my breath nervously and climbed to the second floor step by step.
"Snoring... snoring... snoring..." Dad's snoring still came from my parents' bedroom, but when I listened carefully again, except for dad's snoring, the "snap..." collision disappeared without a trace. trace.
Just when I was wondering.
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